Haven stood up and pinched her arm.  Nope.  Not sleeping.  Maybe in a psychotic state?

“The fire burned out in your moving blue shelter outside.”  Quade stood in the doorframe, his shoulders touching each side, the blanket wrapped around his hips.  His chest and abs looked as if there was a steel chest plate right beneath his skin.  Hard and ridged and beyond masculine.  Four scars, deep slashes, cut over his heart.  What had attacked him?

Man, he was tall.  And broad.  And seriously dangerous looking.  She shook her head and tried to focus on his words.  “The heat stopped in the Jeep?  Yeah.  We’re out of gas.”

He looked around the cabin and stepped inside, his eyes stark and his hair a wild mass around his head.  A gust of wind sprayed snow inside.  He moved closer and shut the door behind himself, his gaze not leaving hers.  “Are your people anywhere near here?”

Her voice took a moment to work.  “I don’t have people.”

One of his impossibly dark eyebrows rose.  “You are a demoness, no?”

Shock and pain slashed into her so quickly, she swayed.  “No.  I am not a demon, nor am I possessed.”  How dare he?  The memories of those times her family had tried to exorcise demons from her still caused her night terrors.  “You’re a demon,” she snapped.

He straightened.  “Well, just half.”

What?  She placed her hands on her hips.  “Excuse me?”  Was he messing with her?  Or rather, was her own hallucination messing with her?

He kicked snow off his bare feet and strode toward the fire.  “I’m half vampire, half demon.  I assumed you knew that.”

“Huh.”  She nodded, her shoulders going down.  “That’s it, then.  I’m totally crazy.”  She’d been told she’d eventually go insane, so it wasn’t a huge shock.  As a delusional state, it wasn’t bad.  The fire was nice.

“You could be crazy,” he agreed.  “Most demonesses are.”  He glanced down, way down, at her.  “But you have one black eye and one green, and your hair has some honey in it.  Purebred demons have all black eyes and white blond hair.”  He turned toward her and dropped his head, sniffing her.  “Interesting.”

Her breath caught, and she took a step back.  In her haste to leave the motel earlier, she’d forgotten her colored contact. 

He reared up, his eyes widening.  “Holy hammock.  You’re half fairy?”

Was that horror in his tone?  It was worse being a fairy than a demon?  Man, she’d had no clue her imagination was this good.  Who knew?  “I guess it’d be better to be a fairy than a demon,” she mused, turning back to the fire. 

“Fairies are crazy, even more so than demonesses, which is nearly impossible,” he muttered, also turning to face the fire.  “No logical person would ever want to be a fairy.  A demoness would be preferable, though barely.  Surely you know that.”

“Nope.”  She might as well kick back and enjoy this delusion.  The man did have a spectacular body, so at least she’d have something to draw.