Page 67 of Sold to the Nalgar
The silence stretched between them, thick as smoke.
And for the first time, Cecilia didn’t know if her fear… or her fascination… would win.
She felt it.
Even through the haze of disbelief and fury, shefeltit—that dark heat radiating from him, the thrum of restrained power, the hardness pressing beneath his blood-soaked robes.
His arousal.
And worse… she felt her body respond.
A sharp pulse between her thighs. A low, coiling hunger that made her knees weak and her jaw clench in denial.
No. No, not again.
But her body had its own will now.
She grabbed his wrist—harder than she’d meant to—and yanked him toward the bed.
“Then fuck me,” she snapped. “If that’s what you want. Take it. Again.”
He laughed. Low. Rich. Startled. As if amused by her rage and her readiness.
And then he stopped laughing andlookedat her.
His gaze raked down her body, lingering where the silken robe had fallen askew, exposing a long, pale thigh.
“You’re stronger,” he said softly.
She blinked. “What?”
He moved toward her. One step. Then another.
“You’re faster. More powerful than you were two days ago.”
Her pulse roared in her ears.
“What’s happening to me?” she demanded. “What did you do to me?”
Zarokh didn’t answer at first. He reached for her face, brushing her jaw with a knuckle—blood still streaking his hand. It left a faint red smear along her cheekbone.
“You are changing,” he said at last. “Your body is responding to mine. To my essence.”
“Youressence?” she nearly spat the word. “You mean your blood?”
“Yes.” His eyes glowed faintly in the low light. “You’ve consumed it. Tasted it. It’s inside you now. Rewriting things.”
Her stomach dropped. “Rewritingwhat?”
He exhaled, and it wasn’t quite a sigh. “You’re becoming something new. Not Nalgar. Not fully human. A hybrid. Something between. Stronger. Faster. More resilient.”
Her throat constricted. “You mean I’m mutating.”
“If that’s what you wish to call it.” He shrugged, unapologetic. “My blood is potent. Most would die from even a drop. But you… you’re adapting.”
She staggered back a step, breathing shallow, her mind skidding sideways.
“You’re saying I’ll be like you?”
