Kael noticed the panic on her face. “Clara.” He stepped closer, eyes narrowing. “What’s wrong?”
She shook her head frantically. “It’s nothing. I just—”
“Bullshit.” His voice was low, sharp. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. “You wanted their flesh, didn’t you?”
Tears burned her eyes. “I don’t know what’s happening to me. I thought when you… when we… that it cured me. But it’s still there. That hunger.” Her voice broke. “I’m turning into a monster.”
Beg For It
Kael stared at her, then burst out laughing.
Clara blinked. “Why the hell are you laughing?!”
He grinned wolfishly, wiping blood from his mouth. “Because it makes sense. You’re not getting worse—you’re adjusting. My immunity, whatever the hell it is, it’s rewriting you. Slowly.” He leaned in, voice dripping sarca
