Cassie. Small and fragile in his hands. She leaned back against his chest, her cheek pressed against him, and all he could think was that he was going to kill the bastard.

Since she had come into his life something in him had shifted. He had thought that nobody could accept him, what he was, but here she was, in his arms, and she was comforted rather then afraid. He reached out, and brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes as he looked down at her. It occurred to him that their relationship could be perfect—ironically, yes, if he had been born a different way. If he were fully human, rather then half demon-spawn. Pritkin snorted bitterly. He would keep looking for answers, but as of now, the perpetual hard-on was a constant source of anger. Damn, but she had the patience of a saint.

If not the libido of one. Their attraction to each other would get them into serious trouble if they weren't careful.

"Pritkin?" she blinked wearily and woke up.

"Yeah?" No use making it any easier on her. That would only make it harder for them both.

"What happened?"

"A family visit," he ground out.