Page 164 of Marked By His Hunger
He searched my face.
“Fly with me?”
One part question.
One part warning.
I nodded.
He lifted me effortlessly.
The rush of air stole my breath as we shot upward. Wind tore at my hair, my clothes, my senses. His body shielded mine from the worst of it.
His wings were enormous.
Powerful.
Beautiful.
We landed atop one of the highest towers.
The island spread beneath us—dark forests, jagged cliffs, sea crashing violently against rock.
“This is my sanctuary,” he said quietly. “No one comes here.”
Jealousy flared again before I could stop it.
“What about the other hopefuls?”
His expression hardened.
“What?”
“The compatibility testing. The hopeful matches for the Draugr.”
Anger twisted through me, ugly and defensive.
“Do you bring them here too?”
His eyes flashed.
“Your thoughts strike like battering rams,” he growled softly.
Good.
Let them.
I deserved answers.
He gestured toward the small tower chamber, and I followed.
Inside, an enormous mattress layered with blankets.
An open armoire with clothes, and weapons hanging on hooks.
A hearth.
The scent of him was everywhere.
