LORD REVANDREL
I had always prided myself on my self-control.
But the moment I inhaled the surprisingly intoxicating scent of Baevera Eldareth’s blood, I knew I was standing before a losing battle.
So, with restraint strong enough to shock the plague out of a flea-ridden, dying male, I tore myself away from her. Grabbed her by the arm, and all but shoved her out the door.
She yelped, startled, her closed eyes flying open as she stumbled and lost her footing.
I slammed the door shut behind her with a force that rattled the frame, just as I heard the loud thud of her landing on her butt on the hallway floor.
“What the hell, Revandrel?!”
Her shout came muffled through the wooden door as I stood there, breath heaving like a runner at the end of a brutal sprint. My fists clenched tight,
