Page 191 of Marked By His Hunger
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Ancient.
Heavy.
Satisfied.
The bite.
My hand flew to my neck instinctively.
I could feel it even here.
That mark.
That connection.
The place where blood and magic and hunger had collided and become something new.
Not just his claim.
Not just his curse.
Something shared.
Balanced.
Equal.
The darkness pulsed again.
Stronger.
And this time—I felt them.
Not just their presence.
Their emotions.
Fragments.
Memories.
Loss.
Love.
Regret.
Pain.
It hit me all at once, a tidal wave of sensation that nearly dropped me to my knees.
“Okay—okay, that’s too much?—”
The words barely left my mouth before it stopped.
Not faded.
Stopped.
