Page 125 of Marked By His Hunger
“STOP THIS!”
Power flooded the room like a shockwave.
Rune-light flared along the walls.
Raven moved instantly, wings snapping open to shield me from whatever magic had been hurled.
His body became a barrier.
A fortress.
I was still half-drunk on almost-orgasm, breathing hard, frustrated and furious.
“What is going on here? Draugr, we have a contract!” the woman’s heels clicked sharply against stone.
Contract?
My brain scrambled.
“I honor the contract,” Raven snarled, voice lethal. “It has no bearing here.”
His rage rolled through the room like thunder.
And instead of being afraid—I felt it.
Felt why.
He wasn’t angry because he’d been interrupted.
He was angry because someone tried to interfere.
With me.
“You will remove yourself, Draugr,” the headmistress said calmly.
Her tone bothered me.
She didn’t say Raven.
She didn’t say his name.
She said Draugr.
Using his title like a weapon.
Like a curse.
I pressed my hand firmly against the space beneath his left wing.
“It’s alright, Raven.”
He relaxed slightly.
His wings folded inward.
And then—they vanished.
Just gone.
