Page 100 of Marked By His Hunger
“Foolish girl. Brave, but foolish.”
His arms slid under me before I could protest.
One behind my shoulders.
One beneath my knees.
And he lifted me effortlessly.
Princess-style—the secret wish of every plus size girl.
Heat enveloped me instantly.
His body ran warm—almost fever-hot—and the runes across his chest pulsed faintly through my cheek where I rested against him.
“What are you doing?” I asked weakly.
“Carrying you.”
“You knew my name and now you’re carrying me.”
“Yes.”
“How? Why?”
A flicker in his eyes.
Intensity.
Possession.
Something deeper.
“I heard it and it’s the polite thing to do.”
Liar.
Not malicious.
But incomplete.
“Your name is Raven,” I replied, fighting to stay awake.
“I am the Draugr.”
“We already said that’s just a title.”
Silence.
The storm wind tugged at his wings.
The runes flared brighter for half a second.
“Fine. Then yes, my given name is Raven.”
I gazed at his obsidian skin and hid my smile.
Raven.
