“I don’t like listening to their confusion. Their disbelief. The fear of the ones who believe,” Summer said baldly. “And I don’t like being eavesdropped on.” She shrugged. “But I don’t like a lot of things, and I deal with them, and it strikes me that going somewhere with you, where I’m not in complete control of the situation, might be a bad idea.” Taking a sip of her drink, she gave Damon a sideways smile.
Damon nodded thoughtfully. “Very wise. I wouldn’t feed on you. Seeing as you don’t appear to be totally human, I’m not too sure what your blood would do to me,” he said, looking her over. “But I can’t promise I won’t kill you, so that’s probably a wise choice. So tell me. What are you, exactly?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
She forced herself to conceal a twitch. “You would have a fun time trying to kill me. Tell me, is it true what myth says fire does to your kind?” Another slow sip, a careful flicking of the gaze sideways to him. “I’m an empath. And a witch. A fire witch.”