Chapter 4Zen wasn’t sure what was more horrifying—Gaian’s eyes, his fangs, his face smeared with blood, or the body bleeding out what little remained in it, until it shifted from the form of a wolf to a limp, dead man.
A young man.
The same young man who had made Zen jealous by dancing with Enki.
Zen wanted to run. Be sick. Scream. But what left him was a desperate prayer.
“S-S-Sun—”
His hand that started to rise was caught; his words crushed by a second grip on his throat.
“Hush now. No need for that.” Gaian’s grip slackened, and Zen gasped for the breath that had been choked from him. The beautiful vampire had blinked in front of Zen so quickly, no eye could have caught him. “I do not wish to hurt you, my love. I would never hurt you. Forgive my harshness.” Gaian gently petted Zen’
