Page 165 of Marked By His Hunger
Spicy.
Sweet.
Intimate.
Personal.
He built a fire with methodical movements.
Stalling.
“Explain,” I said, sitting on the edge of the mattress.
He turned slowly.
“The testing is not what you believe,” he said. “It is magical resonance. Potential compatibility. Nothing more.”
“How many?”
His jaw flexed.
“None.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“None have resonated.”
The air between us shifted.
“You are the first.”
The words landed heavily.
“That’s supposed to make me feel better?”
“It is the truth.”
He stepped closer.
“I have not brought another here. I have not touched another. I have not wanted to touch another as I want to touch you, Unnasta.”
The hunger flared again—not physical this time.
Emotional.
Dangerous.
“Then why does it feel like I’m one of many?” I demanded.
“Because you do not understand what I am.”
“Then tell me.”
His eyes darkened.
“I am cursed.”
