She hesitated, her hand hovering over mine, shaking. The blue sparks reached out, seeking the connection, drawn to the demon blood in my veins like a moth to a flame.
“Trust me,” I whispered.
Slowly, agonizingly, she lowered her hand until her fingertips brushed my palm.
SNAP.
The connection was instant. It wasn’t a shock. It was a f**king collision.
Her energy slammed into me…hot, chaotic, and frantic. It felt like sticking a fork in a high-voltage socket, but instead of pain, it felt like fuel. My demon roared in approval, drinking it in, cycling it through my blood, and converting the chaotic noise into pure power.
Callie gasped, trying to pull away, terrified she was hurting me, but I closed my fingers around hers, holding her fast.
“Don’t pull back,” I ordered, gritting my teet
