The hair on the back of my neck rose. Did he know what I was? I raised my eyebrows, taking in the line where the towel met skin. Demon or psycho, he didn't fool me. I didn't chalk it up to some higher intelligence on my part or even a Rasha talent for seeing through demon bullshit. We didn't have that. But I'd had Rohan. I knew what hot and raw and need looked like.
Samson didn't want me. This was calculated.
"You don't play fair," I pouted, pretending to buy it.
"What did you think of the chase?" he asked.
"You were phenomenal." Truth.
"Yeah, I was." He looked at me with such a cocky grin that I was almost tempted to shoot him down. "I'm going to get dressed," he said. "Make yourself comfortable."
By the time I'd taken off my jacket, gloves, and sweater, he'd already returned. He'd only thrown on a pair of jeans, so not a huge wardrobe change. I glanced down at his feet. Bare. Big surprise.
"You look different," he commented.