Phaedra's taste in men was pretty simple. For one night stands, good looking. Strong. Period. For actual feelings? That was tougher. There were very few men in Phaedra's life she had romantic feelings for. She'd never had a thing for Drac, or even Richard. There was obviously something between her and Harry, but it wasn't strong enough for Phaedra to ever truly act on. At least not while she was paid to protect him.
Outside of that, there'd been one man, when she was still human. She thought for a second about the traits he shared with Lindsey, trying to figure out if she had a 'type.' Aside from good looking and tough, she really didn't. Lindsey was in his own category. There was just something there that she didn't have an explanation for.
Phaedra's face went blank, and then she looked, for the first time in a long, long time, helpless.
"I'm not sure," she said. "I've never read his mind. I've never bitten him." She was waiting for Harry to call her stupid.
"But anyone who pulls me out of a fire ball and tries to take care of me on first meeting, I'm not sure I care what else he did. There's bad and there's bad."