Marked by the predator
tic, flickering shadows. The air was damp, carrying the scent of charred wood and somet
ovement sent a fresh wave of pain through her bruised body, but s
n't
rous thoughts. No, nothin
t her ribs. Slow, deliberate, each step measured like the ticking of a d
Pred
hing the floor as he came toward her. His eyes-gods, those eyes-pierced through the
erself to me
sed to b
ocked onto her, the mark
ightning. Heat surged through her veins, raw and primal, not hers-his. Her visio
ighting me, little hunter?" His voice was deep, edged
steady. "You'll have to ki
t he only chuckled. A rich, knowing so
t curl of his dark hair at his temple, the sharp angles of his ja
bmission?" he murmured, til
into fists. "Then
didn't touch her. Not yet. His fingers hovered just ab
e, he pressed two fingers against
m her throat as her muscles seized, her breath vanishing. It wasn't just pain
her closely, "this mark isn't
pulled his fingers away. The pain ebbed, leaving behind an unbe
e had all the time in the world
. She hated the cer
rt of her already
ng the wall as she glared through the ha
ot amusement, not anger, but something deeper. He stood,
ry," he said, his to
rd the door, his presence leav
mbling, hating him more tha
all the rage, ben
k still
asn't ju
hing far mor