Page 195 of Marked By His Hunger
A statement.
I nodded slowly.
“I think…” I swallowed. “I think something changed.”
His jaw tightened.
“I know it did.”
The room felt different now.
Heavier.
Charged.
Like the magic in the tower had taken notice.
Like Asgarheim itself had shifted around us.
“What did you see?” he asked.
I hesitated.
Because how did I explain that I’d just stood in a place full of the dead?—
And they listened to me?
“They weren’t reaching for me,” I said finally. “They were waiting.”
His expression darkened.
“For what?”
I met his gaze.
“For me to decide what I am.”
Silence stretched between us.
Thick.
Heavy.
Real.
His hand slid from my shoulder to my neck, fingers brushing lightly over the place where he’d bitten me.
The bond flared.
Immediate. Strong.
“You are not alone in this,” he said quietly.
I believed him.
That was the dangerous part.
Because now—it wasn’t just about surviving my power.
