Dark Hunter 6 - Sins of the Night by Sherrilyn Kenyon Read Free Book Online Page A

world and in many ways a time capsule. In here she sometimes thought that she could glimpse sight of her father… hear the faint laughter of her siblings.
    Mon Dieu
, how she missed them all.
    Grief swelled inside her, but she held it back. There was no need in crying. She'd shed enough tears over the centuries to fill the Atlantic.
    The past was the past and this was the present. Tears would not bring her family back and they would not alter her life in any way. All she could do was move onward and upward, and make sure that no one ever deceived her again.
    For now, Alexion was the present and he was her enemy.
    He stood before the small Neoclassical-style dressing table, holding the egg carefully in his large hand as if he understood how much she loved her collectibles. In spite of herself, she was struck by the gentleness of his touch as he closed it and returned it to its stand.
    He was incredibly handsome standing there and her body reacted to him with an intensity that surprised her. It wasn't like her to be attracted to someone she had just met. Hot Hollywood actors in movies and magazines notwithstanding, she normally had to be around a guy a long time before she felt such a strong, potent desire for his body.
If
she ever felt desire for him. Most of the time, she could take or leave any man.
    But she actually wanted to reach out and touch him. And
that
never happened.
    Alexion felt her presence like a sizzling caress. It was as if she made contact with his soul every time she drew near him. Something that was completely impossible since he hadn't owned a soul in more than nine thousand years.
    He didn't know what it was about her, but his body reacted wildly to her presence. Turning, he found her in the doorway, watching him with a wary, almost angry expression.
    She was afraid of him and pissed at herself for that fear, he could feel it deep inside himself. But she was trying hard to disguise it.
    He could respect her for that.
    In the end, she was wise to fear him. He could kill her as easily as he blinked. Yet he didn't want to hurt her.
    For some strange reason, he didn't even want her to fear him, and that was something he'd never experienced before. Usually when he was in human form, he used that fear to his advantage to intimidate the Dark-Hunters and bring them back in line. He had the powers of a full god within him. The ability to take any life he chose…
    He could hear and see things that were far beyond the comprehension of man, Apollite, or Dark-Hunter.
    And yet as he stood there, only one thing echoed in his head—the sound of her laughter. He'd heard her laughing earlier this very evening as she fought with the Daimons. It was a lush, musical sound that rolled out from her. Hearty.
    He wanted to hear it again.
    "I mean you no harm, Dangereuse."
    She stiffened defiantly. "The name's Danger," she corrected. "I haven't gone by Dangereuse in a long time."
    He inclined his head to her. He knew from his research into her background that she'd been named for the grandmother of Eleanor of Aquitaine whom her mother had adored. A great duchess who'd lived life solely on her own terms and who had flouted societal rules. It was a name that suited the petite woman in front of him. "Forgive me."
    His apology did nothing to soothe her. "And just so you know, I'm not afraid of you."
    He smiled at her brave words. She was a tough, no-nonsense woman and he wondered if she had been like that as a human. But he somehow doubted it. The world she had been born into wouldn't have tolerated such a whirlwind personality from the fairer sex.
    No doubt they would have quashed her rebelliousness, not embraced it.
    She took a step into the room. Her dark eyes were piercing as they searched him for some weakness.
    Good luck
, ma petite.
I haven't any
.
    "So, what's your story?" she asked. "You say you're Ash's Squire. Are you a Blue Blood, Blood Rites, or what?"
    Alexion bit back a smile at her question. Blue Bloods were Squires