Anastasia knew she was looking up at Declan and immediately thought she was dreaming or dead. A low throb pounded behind her temples. And her eyes weren't working right. Everything seemed so bright and colorful, almost as if she stared through a kaliedoscope.
"Declan?"
His face beamed before he swooped down, covering her mouth with his in a tender kiss that stole her breath. He kissed her like a man starved for the taste of her. AS if she were blood and he'd gone for days without feeding. As if he'd thought he'd never see her again. When he pulled back, she reached up and touched his face. "Where am I? What happened?"
His smile faded and he swallowed hard. "Luthur."
A frown tightened her brow as she tried to wade through the fuzzy memories seeping through her mind. Bold images pricked
