Page 105 of Marked By His Hunger
Now there was only me and Serena.
She blinked slowly, eyes focusing on me. Violet magic shimmered faintly behind her pupils, like amethyst catching candlelight.
Relief crashed over me so violently my knees nearly weakened.
She was awake.
She was alive.
She was still here.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
She asked about me.
Even now.
She tried to sit upright and immediately swayed. I moved without thinking, sliding an arm behind her back to steady her.
Her skin was warm.
Lush.
Soft.
I grabbed a pillow from the chair and tucked it carefully behind her.
Carefully.
What the fuck was happening to me?
I am the Draugr.
I measure people by vein thickness and blood heat.
I do not arrange pillows.
And yet here I was—adjusting bedding like some besotted mortal.
My hunger had gone quiet since she crossed into this realm.
Then—it hit.
Violent.
Blinding.
Hunger roared back with a vengeance so sharp it forced a growl from my throat.
My runes flared, heat licking beneath my skin like molten chains tightening.
I staggered half a step back.
She was still holding my hand.
Her pulse thrummed beneath her wrist.
“Oh God, I'm starving,” she murmured, moaning and clutching her stomach.
