Luna POV
Panic surges through me. No, no, no. My foot presses harder into his chest, but it’s not enough. He lets out a groan, the sound almost primal, before his hand slams against my foot, knocking it aside like it’s nothing.
In an instant, his hand is over my eyes, blinding me, and I hear the sound of him shifting. My heart races, my breathing ragged as I struggle to anticipate his next move. The next thing I feel is the sharp sting of his finger pushing into my mouth, the metallic taste of blood coating my tongue.
"You made me bleed little deer, how do I taste?" I growls.
The taste is bitter, but it fuels something inside me. Without thinking, I bite down—hard. His finger jerks out of my mouth, and I hear him hiss in pain, his breath sharp and angry. For a moment, there’s a flicker
