Page 161 of Marked By His Hunger
Low.
Familiar.
My entire body reacted.
Heat flared.
Pulse spiked.
The hollow inside me tightened instead of expanding—like it had found something to anchor to.
Something to reach for.
I didn’t even have to see him to know.
Raven.
And the worst part?
The most terrifying, undeniable truth of all?
The hunger—the real one—didn’t hurt anymore.
It waited.
“You’ll find no reprieve from your hunger on that plate, Unnasta.”
My heart stuttered before my brain caught up.
Raven.
The awareness that followed was immediate.
Electric.
My skin prickled. My throat dried further. My pulse climbed like it had been waiting for this.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded, though excitement betrayed me.
He stepped forward from the darkness, tall and lethal against the firelight. His eyes glowed faintly violet, restrained but not dim.
“I’m always here.”
“Yeah? Then, why have you been avoiding me?” I countered.
“Who said I was?”
“You did.”
“I couldn’t avoid you if I tried, Unnasta.”
The word Unnasta rolled off his tongue again, and my body reacted before my pride could catch up.
God.
I hated how much I liked that word.
I hated how much I liked him.
