The taste of his own blood didn't bring Michael back to his senses. It slaughtered the last remaining guard in his mind.
Jane dragged him down. The wet marble was unforgiving. His knee struck the tile hard enough to c***k it, a sharp, violent sound echoing over the hiss of the shower, but he didn't feel the impact. He only felt her.
She was burning. The freezing water beat down on them in heavy sheets, soaking his slacks and plastering the ruins of his white dress shirt to his chest. But where her skin touched his, it was scalding. A fever that defied biology.
Her eyes. That solid, glowing, predatory gold.
It wasn't the manic shine of feral venom. It was absolute, terrifying authority. The eyes of a ruler waking up in the dark.
"Jane," he choked out. A warning. A plea. A desperate att
