How Matt was able to do that was beyond Fatima. She might have believed a Cainite capable of it. Blind or otherwise. But Matt was fully human. She'd done plenty of digging into his background to confirm the fact.

Quietly, of course. Discretely.

This wasn't how normal people dated. She was aware of that. But given her family history--to say nothing of her lousy luck--Fatima felt it was within her rights to be a little suspicious when she met a guy who was both gorgeous and available and into her and human.

But so far, every stone she'd turned over and pointed right back to a beating heart, a date of birth close to hers, and a completely legitimate degree or two. Strangely acute senses aside, he was the real deal.

She laughed softly from her perch on his breakfast bar, swinging her legs. "Because I made you some halva," she replied. "And I had leftovers."