She answers an ad that leaps out at her, spending her last dime to take her to the site. Tempest is a mechanic badly in need of a job. He is far earthier with a touch of the savage, taking the hunt to those who threaten the ones he loves. He has an enormous strength of character and he tends to be a bit on the ruthless side. Darius did not have the benefits of learning from his elders, he experimented through trial and error.

He has unexpected qualities that really appealed to me. He is more earthy and raw then Gregori, lacking the elegance of his brother but with more of an edge. Having had to take on both roles it is no wonder. He is a mixture of Mikhail, the Prince, and Gregori, the hunter and healer. When I first began to write Dark Fire, Darius was so strong of a character, I almost couldn't take a break from writing. She had no choice but to accept the velvet stroke of his tongue, submit to the white-hot heat piercing her skin, welcome an erotic pleasure like no other. Somewhere deep inside herself, Tempest realized she knew the answer. But did his kiss offer the love and belonging she sought, or a danger more potent than his own panthers?

From the moment his arms closed around her, enveloping her in a sorcerer's spell, Darius seemed to understand her unique gifts. She had always been different, apart from others. And gazing mesmerized at the merciless slash of his mouth, the implacable resolve on his face, the soulless emptiness of his black eyes, Tempest was afraid to ask what it was.

So Darius warned her when she accepted a position with his traveling troupe.

Dark fire by christine feehan