The dark stain of her presence on his skin was not without it's price as well. By all accounts, she had heard it was quite painful when their kind was first bound to a mortal's skin, and then again each time they were returned there. It did give the daeva some measure of satisfaction, knowing that it stung his flesh as badly as it did her pride, being ordered about by what she considered to be a lesser species.

It was not concern, but curiosity accenting the voice now in Connor's mind.

Why would you want to recall the last moment of that blighted creatures death, hunter?