Candy didn’t answer immediately, she pulled a sweater out of the closet and pulled it over her head. It was miles too big. The sleeves came over her hands by a few inches and the bottom hung to mid thigh. “You are delusional if you think that is even a remote possibility.”

She turned and came almost face to face with all seven foot of him. At least, he seemed that tall. It was almost laughable. Candy came up to his chest. She was like a child next to the huge beast of a man. A sexy beast though, if she said so herself.

No!

It didn’t matter. His looks had nothing to do with it. She’d never met a man with hair that color though. The most sun-kissed blond, it was practically white. His eyes didn’t seem as pale, not nearly as hard. Fanned by thick, black lashes which contrasted with his coloring. They were intense and seemed to look right into her soul.

Even the stubble on his masculine jaw was light. His cheekbones were prominent. His mouth… oh that mouth. It didn’t help that she knew he could kiss like a cupid-possessed demon.

His mouth quirked into a half smile and he raised a brow. “I think you may be the one who is delusional. I could hear that you were finished dressing, I wasn’t sneaking a look. Though, by the way…” He sucked in a breath. “We are mated so it is my right as a male to claim my… what is it you humans call it…? Ah yes…” He paused and raised both brows. “My bride.”

She choked on nothing. Maybe it was spit. Either way, her throat closed and her lungs seized and she had a coughing fit that forced her to cover her mouth with one hand, and to bend over her middle.

When she finally managed to gain a semblance of control, she raised her gaze to meet his. His expression had morphed to one of concern. Torrent took a step towards her, his arm outstretched, he stopped just short of touching her. “Are you okay? I can understand why you are having a hard time with coming to grips with everything that has happened in a short amount of time.”

“Oh, can you now?” Her voice was low. “I take it you’ve been abducted, chased and manhandled. Thrown in a room…” She looked around her. “May as well be a jail cell,” she whispered more to herself. “And then told that you’re married… mated… whatever… to a complete stranger. One that is not even your species.”

Torrent flinched. Good. Let him have some sort of an idea of what she had been through. “Can we sit? Maybe have some tea?” he asked.

“Tea. You want tea?” What the hell was wrong with this guy? “You want to sit and sip tea at a time like this. Pinky up too I suppose.”