(Adelaide & The Devil)
Why did you bite her? Why did you taste her? Why did you carry her instead of killing her?
The questions hissed through his mind like venomous whispers.
He squeezed his eyes shut. He saw her immediately. Her body limp in his arms. Her pulse fluttering beneath his bite. Her skin pressed bare against his chest. Her fingers twitched against his shoulder before going still, as if some stubborn part of her refused to stop fighting even as consciousness fled.
He groaned, head tipping back against the wall. He had never reacted like this at an offering. Not once. Not even to the old bloodlines.
Her taste had been worse than intoxicating. It was binding. It curled around his magic like a noose made of silk and fire, soft and merciless at once.
He had licked her blood.
