Invision by Sherrilyn Kenyon Read Free Book Online

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    Her nose was a bit large for her pixie-like face, but it hadn’t detracted from her beauty at all. That small flaw had somehow made her even more beautiful. She’d worn her white-blond hair pulled back into a long, thick braid, yet defiant strands had come free to curl and tease her skin.
    Even though she was obviously terrified of him, she’d bitten her lip and approached him very slowly.
    Cautiously.
    â€œAre you injured?”
    Stunned that she wasn’t screaming or running away, Malphas scowled at her.
    â€œCan you understand me?”
    He bared his fangs as she came closer, then hissed, hoping to send her fleeing.
    Instead, she froze instantly. “I mean you no harm, demon. I’m a healer. I can help you, if you let me.”
    Those words baffled him. She was human … why would she help him? They were enemies in this war. She had to know that. His kind had slaughtered hers by the hundreds, everywhere they found them.
    Without fail. Without prejudice.
    Without hesitation .
    Still she stood there with her arms held out at her sides. No guile. No deception that he could sense. She seemed as sincere as any creature he’d ever known. Not that he’d known all that many who were sincere, or any, for that matter. The majority of his acquaintances were backbiting snakes who would betray faster than a heart could beat.
    â€œPlease … let me help. If anyone else finds you here, they’ll call the others to slay you.”
    â€œWhy aren’t you calling them?”
    â€œYou’ve personally done me no harm. I don’t believe in holding someone accountable for the deeds of others. Only what he, himself, has done.” She moved forward again until she reached the tip of his outstretched sword that was still coated in the red blood of his vanquished enemies.
    Only then did she hesitate as she saw it.
    Malphas lowered the tip to the ground, and let the sword fall from his hand. He tucked his black wings down by his sides, then hissed as that action caused more pain to slice through his abdomen.
    With the most tender expression anyone had ever given him, she knelt by his side and laid a gentle hand on his cheek. It was the first time in his life anyone had given him such a touch. For a full minute, he couldn’t breathe as unknown feelings went through him. More than that, her skin smelled of rosewater and honey. A delectable scent that awoke a fierce hunger in his soul.
    Yet it wasn’t for her blood or bones.
    He wasn’t sure what he wanted from her.
    â€œYou’re burning with fever.”
    He couldn’t believe that she didn’t recoil from his unnatural bloodred skin. Or long orange hair. Rather, she cupped his cheek and stared into his yellow demon eyes without flinching as she wiped away the black demon’s blood on his cheek and lips.
    â€œCan you stand?”
    He nodded.
    To his even greater shock, she helped him to his feet. And when her gentle hand brushed against his black wings to help support him, he was lost to her kindness. “There’s a cave where I played as a girl, just over that hill.” She jerked her chin to show him the direction. “No one ever goes there. They believe it’s haunted. You should be safe to rest within its shelter, and I can tend your wound and bring you food.”
    â€œI still don’t understand why you would help me.”
    â€œBecause you need it.”
    He shook his head. “Aren’t you afraid of me?”
    â€œPetrified.”
    And she should be. He towered over her frail, fragile human body. It would take nothing to break her into pieces and use her blood and bone marrow to restore his strength and heal his injuries. He’d torn apart men twice the size of her, and those were trained warriors who’d been armed war heroes.
    Yet here she stood … unarmed. Defenseless. Her only armor a thin, light yellow flaxen dress that was so thin, he could see the