Page 78 of Sins of the Heart
ward her off. She caught his hair in her fist, jerked his
head to the side and slashed her blade across his throat.
Blood welled, dark and red.
Luscious.
Marin’s mouth opened and closed, but the only
sound that came out was a mewling whimper. The
smell of urine grew stronger and Roxy glanced down.
He was sitting in a puddle.
Grabbing his hand, she hauled it to his throat and
pressed his fingers against the cut. The bleeding
slowed. With a grin, she let go, raised her fingers to her
lips and held them there, closing her eyes, letting the
scent of his blood tease her. Then she opened her eyes
and slowly licked her fingers clean.
He watched her with abject horror.
Energy surged, and she leashed the urge to bend
over and suck him dry. Time had taught her to master
her need. She took only what she must, a few drops.
Enough to slake her hunger.
Enough that if she ever chose to track him, she’d be
able to single him out as surely as if she’d planted a
GPS under his skin. One taste of his blood and it was
like having his blueprint on file.
But, damn, it tasted so good.
He’d done this to her. Dagan Krayl. Saved her.
Doomed her. Made her what she was.
He hadn’t warned her, hadn’t prepared her, hadn’t
said a word.
And now he might be dead.
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