He cupped her cheeks gently, forcing her to look at him. "Sweetness, it's important about who you are. About what you are." How did he tell her?<br/><br/>"I know why you're sick." He caressed her cheekbones. She was raised by humans and things he had learned about her started to come together.<br/><br/>He had noticed the scar beneath the gorgeous tattoo that graced her beautiful pale skin. Had they done that? He growled slightly.<br/><br/>"I don't want to assume anything, Scarlett, but you're parents would have loved you. Females of our race are cherished." He shook his head. He was going about this the wrong way.