Kane leaned back in his chair, his dinner forgotten for the moment as he stared across the table at Gabe. He thought of the slits along Magna’s neck, the blue markings along it that heated and changed color when he had touched them, and the webbing between her fingers and delicate toes.
He shook his head and stared down into his wine glass. At the moment, nothing was making sense to him. There were two things that he was positive about, though. The first one was that Gabe did the right thing by not notifying the authorities. The second was that he was positive that Magna was very different than anyone he or Gabe had ever met before. He looked up when he heard the impatience in Gabe’s voice.
“What?” Kane asked with a frown.
Gabe scowled at him. “I asked what else did she tell you? Is she
