Page 35 of Star-Born Anomaly
She shook her head, and crossed her arms over her chest. “That makes no sense. Explain better.”
He noted how her eyes flicked down the section of healed skin, then back at him. “You are Calypson, and I encouraged your cells to heal your cut.” It was the clearest way to describe it.
“There’s no way I could be Calypson and not know about it until now.”
His eyes roved over her face, then to where she crossed her arms. “You are Calypson. Your blood is Calypson. You have the capacity to heal yourself just as I do.”
She shook her head again. “I’m not. I don’t have your super speed or eyes that glow. You and I are not the same.”
“You are correct.” The pot beside him sputtered its water, some splashing over the edge to sizzle on the element.
She dropped her arms, rocking back on her heels. “But you said I was Calypson.”
“It is true. You are Calypson. You are also an anomaly.”
“An anomaly? What the hell does that mean?” She tugged the sleeve of her shirt down until it covered her entire arm.
Her question verged on the area of his mission he was not supposed to disclose. He combed his mind, the directives The Four had given him, searching for a way to explain without going against their wishes. Iax found none.
Wynn gritted her teeth the longer he remained silent, but he had promised he would not lie.
“There is no way I’m Calypson,” she asserted, and crossed her arms over her chest again. “You can’t prove it.”
“I can.”
Her arms dropped, and her jaw when slack. “Then do it.”
He stepped toward her.
“Ahhhh!” The cry of alarm stabbed at him as she jumped back.
He stopped his advance and tilted his head to consider her reaction.
Wynn’s throat bobbed in a swallow, her hands clenching and releasing at her sides. “What are you doing?”
She glowered at him, words passing through her eyes that he could not taste. But he could freely sample the emotions pressing against him.
He straightened. “You asked me to prove it.”
“I should have asked for specifics before making such a demand.” She inhaled a breath through her nose, then exhaled slowly. “Explain how you will prove it before proceeding.”
Caution battled her curiosity. Something else lived there too, a warmer emotion that simmered below the other two as steadily as the cooking pot of vegetables. He could not name this emotion, had no history of it in his former life.
“I will escort you to your lab space where you will analyze your blood.”
“I don’t need escorting. I can get there on my own. Don’t touch me without my permission.”
His eyes skimmed over her hair, her face, the way the material of her garments clung to body. She was curvier and more appealing than anyone he had known, eliciting new emotions deep in his stomach and a need to connect with her in more than one way.
“I will not touch you without your permission.”
Her shoulders relaxed at his agreement. “Okay, let’s go to the lab.” She backed up one step, then two, then turned to stride down the hallway.
Before she was out of sight, he bent to retrieve the towel where it had fallen on the floor. He traveled in the opposite direction, through the living room, to meet her in the lab.
She had stopped inside the doorway, looking over her shoulder with a frown on her face. When she turned to find him already there, she jumped, her hand flying to her chest.
“Shit, you’re fast.” Her gaze dropped to the towel in his hand. “What are you doing with that?”
