Slight pangs of guilt heaved at me over enjoying Shaman so much, particularly now that I had made my decision and called for help.
He had murdered untold numbers of immortals and had setups on a near-friend. Still, I could not help my feelings.
I was attracted to him—had been for a long time, even—and he was really, really good in bed.
"Eternity does not seem so bad with you in my arms," he whispered later, stroking my hair as I snuggled against him.
Turning my face toward his, I saw a somber expression in his eyes.
"What is wrong?"
"Katharina…do you…do you really want me to leave this angel alone?"
"Yes," I blurted out after a moment of surprise. "I do not want you to hurt anyone else."
He studied me for a long time before speaking.
