Of course, this was no normal woman. He reflected on the images in her mind when Jake touched her. The instincts of the newly minted spy were dead on. She was the greatest find since he'd taken over the war from his slain brother.
He tried to move away, unaccustomed to anyone touching him. She tightened her grip around him, and he was amused to think of himself as any sort of comfort to anyone, let alone a little human like her. He hadn't held a woman in too long, and he'd never held one for the sole purpose of comforting her. She needed him. He was surprised to realize he liked the feeling.
Damian breathed in her scent, brutally aware that all that lay between her tight little body and him was a long T-shirt. He'd never been mistaken for a gentleman, but the woman shimmered with a sweet, pure aura that made him feel obliged to behave. Her turquoise eyes had been so lost and confused, he couldn't help but take pity on her.
Her eyes shimmered with more than tears-they swirled with silver, the way the eyes of ancient Oracles did. He hadn't seen anything like her since he sat in his father's court as a child.
"You're safe," he told her.
She sighed. With her large, two-toned eyes, flawless skin, and long, straw-colored hair, she resembled a doll. Hers was a cool beauty, and her gaze bespoke intelligence. That she was an Oracle was fantastic. A sexy Oracle? Nothing short of miraculous!
"She okay?" Han asked from the doorway. Damian heard the amusement in his voice. None of his men had ever seen a human woman throw herself into his arms. His own Guardians stayed out of arm's reach of him, and humans picked up and ran.
"Yeah, I think so," he said, drawing away. To his surprise, she'd passed out. He scooped her up and placed her on the bed, his gaze sweeping over her tiny, shapely frame. He felt unusually protective of the vulnerable human on the bed before him. Not sure what to make of her or what he felt, he led Han out and closed the door.
"I think I know the answer, but do we have any records that survived the Schism?" Damian asked, moving away from the door.
"Is she okay?" Jake asked anxiously.
"Kid, back off," Han warned.
Jake obeyed and darted to the bottom of the stairs, pacing.
"Not that I know of," Han answered. "There aren't any living Oracles to mentor her, either. Claire was the closest thing, but she never received the training because her power was too weak."