She knows, I thought with a mixture of exhilaration and terror. Somehow, impossibly, she knows exactly what I am.
But instead of the fear I'd expected to see—the recoil that any sane human should display when confronted with predatory attention—she simply inclined her head. A small nod that could have been acknowledgment, acceptance, or something else entirely.
Then she turned away and continued down the path, leaving me staring after her with my heart hammering against my ribs like a caged animal.
"Did you see that?" I asked Lucas, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I saw a woman looking around at an impressive piece of architecture," he replied carefully. "Nothing more."
Liar. He'd felt it too—the moment of connection, the impossible recognition that had arced between the tower and t
