I Let the woman move on into the room and watched as she trailed her fingers over the embroidered quilt, I could see how uncomfortable Katie was. It also didn’t take much to see the hint of jealousy, John Henry had told me that Katie had spent the night with Baptisite after that job.<br/><em>“Not Really, I was born in Egypt, my mother is Bastet, a member of the ancient Egyptian gods” </em><br/><br/>Leaning back against the dresser, my feet a bit apart so that the robe clings to me showing off my body, outlining my full breasts and my slightly hard nipples, the silk hugging my hips. My hands rest on the dresser’s edge.<br/><br/><em>“ I do apologize sometimes I get a bit carried away, and please call me Alex. I took the liberty of setting out some oils and lotions I brought from overseas. I just arrived back today, I have been gone a bit more then 3 years”</em><br/><br/>My eyes look over the lithe young woman, she really was not much older than me. Yet where I had good beds to sleep in, books to read she had lived harder, much closer to the edge. Her lithe body moved with a lethal sensual grace she didn’t realize she had. Hunter. Lioness. That was what she was, smooth sensual, fierce and lovely. I could feel my arousal, my nipples tightening as I watched her. One of the rules I had yet to break.<br/><br/><em>“I also wanted to thank you, Flinchum was filth, and John told me you killed him. Good!. I was too young to do it myself and too new to my powers. When his killers murdered my father and kidnapped me.”</em><br/><br/>I could feel the fire in me, burning as I remembered those 7 days what felt a lifetime ago. Flinchum was part of those names that had been spoken during those days. One behind so much evil and hurt. It took me several heartbeats to gain control of the fire, leash it back.<br/>