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“No,” he said quietly. “You’re Kaos. Kohl is your alias. Yourhumanalias.”

Kaos paused at the careful stress he put onhuman.

“We have to use that to stay undercover?” Kildare further hinted.

It finally came to him. “So I can touch her. Just not with my power.”

Kildare grinned. “You’re still a genius.”

“You’re mocking me,” he marveled darkly. “I don’t knowanythingabout being human and yet I’m having to guard afemaleone.

Kildare palmed his shoulder, fingers digging in. “Consider this training. And she’s the perfect teacher.” He gave an exaggerated wink right at him as Kaos tried to figure out what this scenario with her would look like in reality.

“No power at all,” Kaos double checked.

“Only the power of human intuition.” Back to hinting.

Kaos realized, “She has nearly angelic intuition.”

He leaned in then paused before muttering, “And so doyou.”

A final hint. Which Kaos understood. He’d use only the abilities a human had. And he’d let her teach him. Passively. Which could take…

Kildare gave a sympathetic groan. “As your best, favorite brother, I’m going to give you a little gift. One I’m allowed,” he assured, like Kaos cared about his rules. “You ready for it? It’s coming like a download. Matrix style.”

Before Kaos could ask what matrix style was, his being jolted with the suddendumpof knowledge. Kaos breathed through the onslaught, his brain cataloging everything rapid fire. When it was done, Kaos realized he had a lifetime worth of strange data.

“I only gave you a decade,” Kildare said, shocking Kaos. “But it’s enough to keep you from sounding like you’re literally from another planet. You’re welcome but you owe me.”

Kaos searched all his newknowledgeand realized what he lacked.

“I left that part empty so you could fill it with experience,” he explained, giving him another wink that felt like an eyelid assault.

Flaming cocksucker. “You gave me all this useless human bile and not a single thing regarding this female?”

He admonished with a pointer finger at him. “Three things. You used the wordshit,which is part of your updated vocabulary. You now have basic food recipes you can build on. And you have a lexicon of this generation’s jargon. I gave you enough to get you going, a push on your bike without training wheels.”

Kaos examined saidjargon, perplexed. “Is this another version of English?”

He answered with a wry grin. “Welcome to the end of mankind.” He performed his signature molestation, hand firmly gripping Kaos’ shoulder. “I’ll call you tomorrow and see how you fared. Try to relax and enjoy the ride.”

Kaos watched Mr. Wink and Pat stride off. He paused before going back in, sending his power through the link to find her. Still in the bedroom. His bedroom. The termgoodgirlsuddenly hit with enough lust to bring him to his knees in orgasm. He doubted it was his generational download that informed him it was exactly what he needed. A mega, factory reset climax. Onlywithoutthe influence of his power and the soul-anchor it came with. That attachment could never happen again. Ever.

He entered and locked the door, using only his ears to try and learn what he could while making his way back to the kitchen area. Eyeing the ingredients she’d taken out, his basic cooking knowledge launched ideas for most of it.

“Is the coast clear?” she called from the room as he paused with the urge to wash his hands. A human vulnerability. Germs.

Did his body come with those?

“It is,” he called back.

She stepped out of the hallway and he paused at seeing she hadn’t changed. Because she wanted him toseeher. In every way she could be seen.

“Sit,” he ordered.

Necessary etiquette popped into his head.

“Please,” he added, eyeing the smile it brought to her lips while his Lust took measured notes.