frightened in any way. He was impressed with that. People, especially women, did not like to be stared at by such a large man; they began to think of ways to get as far away as possible when he did that.
It was not as if Colin was not a handsome man. He was, indeed. He had dark brown hair worn slightly long with two small braids down the left side of his face, which, if nothing else, gave testimony to his heritage. His eyes were as blue as the bonny sky that extended over his birthplace. He stood just over six feet, and while a large man at two hundred and fifty pounds, there was not an ounce of fat on him. Yes, he thought, this human deserved further study.
“Colin Larimore, I’d like you to meet Sara Temple. She is the warrior I was telling you about,” Aaron told him.
Colin jerked his head around to Aaron, then back at the girl. “You took out six vampires?”
“No. There were seven, if you count him and the Carlovettis. I took out three; he took out one,” Sara told him, as if it was nothing at all.
Colin looked back at his master and friend. “You didn’t tell me she got more kills than you.” Colin’s opinion of the girl had just gone up several more notches. First, for killing three full vamps, and secondly, and most importantly, for saving Aaron.
“Shut up, Colin. I didn’t tell you because it doesn’t matter.”
Colin grinned. He thought about pointing out that she was a mere human and he was a badass vamp, a master vamp at that, but reconsidered. That did not mean that he couldn’t tease him about it later, he thought. And looking back at the girl, a woman, he guessed, he wasn’t so sure she was completely human anyway.
Sara snorted. Both men looked at her. With a shrug, she started for the door out of the kitchen.
“Sweet bearded Jesus! You’re bleeding! Shit! I didn’t even smell it,” Aaron yelled at her. Colin hadn’t even noticed it himself until Aaron said something.
“That’s because I didn’t want you to. Why is this always a surprise to everyone? A house full of bloodsuckers, one bleeding human…do the math and I bet you come to the same answer. I’m gonna find Duncan.” This time, she was stopped by Aaron, who stood between her and the door out.
“I’ll take care of your wound. Sit over there. Colin and I have some questions for you.”
Colin raised a brow at his tone. “Bloody hell, Aaron, let the child get fixed up first.” Colin was surprised at his attitude toward the girl. He had never heard him be so rude to a woman before. This was going to take some thought.
Sara turned to glare at Colin. When Duncan came into the kitchen a few minutes later, it was to find Sara and Aaron standing toe to toe screaming at one another. Colin thought it was the funniest thing that he had ever witnessed. Sara, in his estimation, was one or two up on his friend in zingers.
“I will not! You, sir, while an ass of major proportions, are not my boss!” She shouted at Aaron, Colin thought, for about the fifth time.
“You will do as I say, right now, or so help me God, I will paddle that pretty butt of yours until you are begging me to give you an order.”
Colin leaned over in his chair slightly to get a look at her pretty butt. Yep—very pretty indeed. He sat up when he heard Aaron growl at him.
“Are you even sane? Are you listening to yourself? Begging you for an order…oh my God, you are seriously delusional, did you know that? I have to get out of here before I need to be locked up right along with you.” She was walking toward the door as she made this prediction.
Just as Colin started to watch her again, he noticed that Aaron was looking at him.
“Good heavens! What has happened now?” Duncan asked him when there was a lull in the noise.
“Well, let’s see...he wants her to strip down to her bare skin, then let him tend to her, and she is taking exception to that. Actually, I think she’s taking exception to a lot of things. But I think it’s mostly to his