Page 108 of Marked By His Hunger

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“I am Draugr,” I muttered, clinging to the armor of title.

She shook her head slowly.

“No, you gave me your name. To me, you’re Raven.”

Raven.

The name pierced straight through the hardened shell I’d built around myself.

Raven was the boy who believed in futures.

The boy who still had a heart.

“Fuck, Serena,” I breathed. “This complicates things.”

“Why? Why can’t it be easy?”

Her magic flickered stronger now.

Violet and lavender currents shimmered faintly around her shoulders.

She touched my forearm.

Voluntarily.

Gods.

The contact sent a violent shudder through me.

A low rumble built in my chest—not warning, not threat.

Possession.

Desire.

Devotion.

“Raven, tell me why it can’t be easy,” she repeated.

She already knew.

I could see it in her eyes.

Sultry, sharp, perceptive little Necromancer.

My Unnasta.

My heart constricted painfully at the thought.

“Because staying away from you is the hardest thing I will ever do,” I said.

There.

Truth.

It sliced between us.

Hurt flickered across her face.

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