She took several long strides bringing her a ways in front of the car before she stopped, feeling the cold wind hitting her breasts where the trench coat had fallen completely open. She looked down watching as her n*****s hardened and gooseflesh appeared on the exposed skin.
She fisted her hands and looked up at the sky refusing to close the coat out of sheer stubbornness. “If I’m a child… then he’s a p*****t,” she concluded.
She frowned never having felt this moody or warm before. Necromancy was a calm magic… she blinked realizing the fiery feeling cursing through her blood right now had come from Zachary's life-force.
Myra had warned her to be careful when choosing lovers during the hunger because by feeding off someone’s life force you were taking in a part of them for a while. Myra
