Page 113 of Marked By His Hunger
These were harsh, fluorescent lights that buzzed faintly and made the stone walls feel clinical instead of gothic and ancient.
A strange woman leaned over me, cool fingers at my wrist.
“Miss Notte? I’m a nurse here at Asgarheim. How are you feeling?”
“Okay,” I murmured automatically. “Tired. Raven? Where is he?”
The name left my mouth before I could stop it.
I didn’t care that it revealed something.
I needed to know he was still there.
“I am here, Unnasta.”
The growl was low, warm, immediate.
Relief crashed through me so hard it almost made me cry again.
My gaze locked onto his instantly.
Heat exploded in my veins.
It wasn’t subtle.
It wasn’t sweet.
It was violent.
Like my body had been waiting for him.
The hunger flared brighter—not food hunger. Not exactly.
Something else.
I swallowed the sound that almost escaped me and forced myself still. The nurse did not need to know what was happening between us.
“Everything looks good,” the nurse said, scribbling something down with brisk efficiency. “Just press the healing rune if you need anything. Now, please get some rest.”
Her tone said patient.
Her eyes said problem.
She glanced at Raven like he was something that had crawled in from the dark and refused to leave.
And I—I glared right back at her.
Because I didn’t understand it.
Yes, he was intimidating.
Massive.
Dangerous in a way that didn’t need explanation.
And when he looked at people—really looked—there was something in his gaze that made you feel like prey.
But to me?
