Page 242 of Marked By His Hunger
Sten’s eyes gleamed.
“A new student.”
The word felt deceptively small.
“Female,” he continued. “Ancient lineage. Dangerous temperament. Uncontrolled power.”
“That describes half the Institute.”
He smiled.
“This one carries lunar blood.”
My gaze sharpened.
“You.”
“Not me,” he corrected lightly. “But maybe made for one who is of my line.”
Ah.
A descendant.
A fated mate.
A fracture in the divine line.
“You’re watching enrollment then?” I asked.
“I’m dropping hints,” Ivan replied. “Where she lands will depend on who catches her.”
The implication hung there.
“And the moon descendant? Does he get the girl?” I asked.
Because there was always a girl.
He tilted his head.
“That part is interesting.”
“How?”
“Well, he feels hopeless and she doesn’t know what she is yet.”
A pause.
“And when she finds out, well, the sky may not survive it.”
Silence fell heavy between us.
Behind me, Serena shifted slightly in her sleep, her magic pulsing once—steady and warm.
My world.
My center.
Untouchable.
