"I don't really understand you."
The words were delivered with a flat, chilling empirical detachment. Adonis did not yell. His voice did not grind with his rage, nor did it drop into the dark, velvety purr of his arousal.
It was the pure, unadulterated sound of a machine stating a mathematical impossibility.
Nikki sucked in a sharp breath. She loosened her death grip on the duvet, her dark eyes wide.
Adonis stepped out of the shadows. The cool, silver light of the artificial moon washed over his pristine white uniform. His massive frame moved with grace as he crossed the expansive bedroom, stopping at the very edge of the mattress.
His optical sensors were a deep, unreadable navy blue. He looked down at her fragile, bandaged form, his expression a mask of flawless, terrifyingly beautiful calculation.
