The morning light filtering into the cave was a pale, sickly gray.
I woke up tangled in Silas’s arms, his body still acting as a barrier against the freezing stone. But the heat radiating from him was weaker than before.
I looked up at his neck. The mark where I had bitten him the night before was angry and swollen, weeping a thin trail of dark blood that stained the collar of his shirt. I had literally fed on him.
The pre-heat was still buzzing low in my stomach, whispering dark promises, but the sight of his weakness filled me with a sharp, paralyzing guilt. I tried to pull away, to put some distance between us before the hunger could flare back up.
"Don't," Silas rasped, his voice a gravelly whisper.
His hand clamped around my waist, keeping me pinned flush against his chest. His e
