Sleep was a fragile mask during the day. A necessity, not a luxury. Even under the thick furs, I kept half my mind stretched out like a net. I felt the slight tremor of the mountain as I listened for any sign of human trespass.
I felt Sloane move the moment she finished eating. The rhythmic sound of her chewing stopped. Then came the soft shush of fabric against stone as she rose. I tracked her progress through the labyrinth that was my lair with my senses. There was a faint shift in air pressure as she moved through the storage rooms. A spike in her pulse as she moved into the armory.
The sudden rush of dark desire she experienced in the armory was a spike of pure, raw energy that the mountain consumed instantly. A flicker of gratification passed through me. She wasn’t just attracted
