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power and life and the lure of the forbidden. A reaper’s

blood. Dagan’s blood. How many times had she tasted

him in her dreams?

With a moan, she sank her teeth deep, searching for

the fount as she tried to pull more.

More.

He made a harsh sound. She knew she hurt him. But

he didn’t draw away, and she didn’t stop.

There was only need and his blood rushing through

her, filling her, feeding her. Life. She wanted tolive.

Agony suffused her, multiplying exponentially, and

with it came a sharp and over-focused awareness of her

heart, her pulse, the scents and sounds around her. She

welcomed it all.

But a part of her knew that she was damaging him.

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She eased back a little, letting the flow come to her

rather than tearing at him like a starving beast.

She was alive, and planning to stay that way. But she

didn’t need to maim him to do it.

She fed from him and knew she would survive. Not

an easy task. She wouldn’t heal in a blaze of instantaneous glory. She would suffer and she would ache.

But shewouldsurvive.

How long did she feed?

It felt like an eternity of bliss, but was more likely

only seconds.

Still, he held his wrist to her mouth and let her drink

and drink and she was filled with him, aching for him.

Somewhere inside her, she recognized the shift, recognized that she wanted to surge over him and push him

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