"But you're the priestess. If you found your way to the gate, you have to know magic." It didn't make sense Alec would know more about magic than the being who was supposed to find the temple. All he knew about it was the academics related to the Craft, not how to wield magic. "Knowledge isn't power. My kind can't use magic."

The reason for the gifts made sense, in a way, but Alec had seen gifts like that used before by less honorable beings. "You could have given them to me to get favors or to make me more agreeable." As soon as he spoke, he knew that it was rude. "I didn't think that was why, but you also made it obvious that you thought..." Flushing, he finally managed to look away, staring at the patterns in the stone floor. "I don't know what you think of me," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "But I know you don't think I'm human. Real."