The Sunspire [m] teal arrow

But not death, though, he argued, increasing his pace to keep up. His golden eyes cut sidelong into hers, intrigued. Blood dries. And we need food here.

He continued down the path with her, the funny churn of desire still stirring in his belly. 

How—why?—did she smell so good?

And how could anyone resist her?

He was more determined than ever to keep her around and under his protection. As if she needs protecting, he scoffed inwardly, rolling his eyes.