Burning Blood

Bringing my wrist up, I went to bite a bigger wound—to force him to drink more of my blood, but...a rustle in the trees. A twig cracking.

The bond twisted as Lucien’s attention arrowed into the night.

The glow beneath his skin brightened just as a familiar nightmare picked its way through the rubble of bodies and stepped into the crater Lucien had caused.

“Well.” Marcus pulled out a pristine white handkerchief from his navy suit and held it to his nose. “This is unfortunate.”