This was the moment. I could try to maintain the lie, but she'd see through it. I could deflect, but that would only make her more suspicious.
"You're right," I said. "Alexander Cross is an alias. I use it for work, for situations where my real identity would be... complicated."
"And your real name?"
"Cain. That part is true."
"Just Cain? No last name?"
"Where I come from, we don't use last names the way humans do."
Her eyes narrowed. "Where you come from. So you're not human. I already knew that. But you're not vampire, not shifter, not demon. Which brings me back to my original question – what are you?"
I met her gaze steadily. "What do you think I am?"
"I think you're something old. Something powerful. Something that doesn't belong in this realm." She set down her wine glass. "The energy I felt from you the other night – when we kissed, when we... after – it wasn't like anything I've encountered in five hundred years. It felt divine. Pure. Like touching sunlight."
