Chapter 19

Curled on her bed, Naomi cradled the glass butterfly in the palm of her hand. It was absolutely gorgeous, and even worse, thoughtful. The idea that Ethan had actually gone into a novelty store selling such girly items as glass butterflies warmed her. It seemed so incongruous given his size and athletic profession. And yet, both he and Javier kept showing her other sides to themselves, gentler sides imbued with intelligence and respect. A respect for her and her wishes she'd never imagined with her own kind.

Instead of acting like cavemen and slinging her over their shoulder to have their wicked way with her-which admittedly would probably be lots of fun-they listened to her and followed her-sometimes irrational-dictates. They were turning out to be better than human options, the jerks.