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My fehts alone down here He had a mate, a companion

As she leaned closer to the fire, the light flickered over her raven-black hair, the flareen eyes She had the sultriest eyes And he couldn&039;t seeaze away

At last, his woman ith him Here to be sheltered by hi her aroused Malkoine her expressing her gratitude with her bodyor her mouth

Eyes locked on her full lips, he stifled a groan, recalling what she&039;d said in De once otiation earlier, she&039;d said nothing about his using histhe same

Malkom had never had his member sucked, had never received that pleasure Noit fro with tension before he shook away that age-old resentment

He&039;d alondered hoould feel - wondered as so remarkable about the act that it could ain and again

Could she be coaxed to satisfy his curiosity once and for all?

Maybe she would let hiht? Yes, she&039;d stipulated no intercourse, but only out of fear that he&039;d hurt her Naturally, he&039;d made no vow about that, because as soon as he&039;d proved he could touch her without paining her, he intended to take her body

But he had vowed not to drink her, and he would try to honor his oath, at least until he could explain what the act er

On the hike here, he&039;d realized that with this woman, the Thirst didn&039;t rule him

The sense of connection did As he&039;d taken her neck, he&039;d never felt more bound to another in his entire existence

But did I really ht back to his youth, trying to remember his own reactions

For now, he&039;d sate hiht Though he&039;d drunk her blood, he&039;d lost still rowled then Re, he shot to his feet, proaer, telling her she should wait there She would be safe within his den Beasts avoided this place instinctively And his foes like Ronath couldn&039;t trace Even if the ar years, he couldn&039;t teleport directly into the mine shaft, a place he&039;d surely never been

When she gave no response, Malkoer estured to the fire, plainly saying, As if I&039;d leave this

Filled with a new purpose, he set out into the night, hunting swiftly, determined to provide for her A half hour later, on his return, he stopped at a small collection pool to refill the canteen As usual, he was uneasy beside the water He began to shenever he neared anything larger than a puddle, had since he was a boy

For the first time in centuries, he forced hi how she saw his; she did not While her skin was smooth and clean, his was dirty, his face covered with stubble His clothes were rough-hewn and tattered

And those were merely the detractions that could be seen

He could neither read nor cipher numbers, and his birth could not be lowlier I was a slave and ill used

I killed the only friend I ever had With a scowl, he hit the water, scattering the reflection

While he was gone, Carrow peeled off her boots and hose, casting a spell to heal her feet, courtesy of the deled her toes in the fine sand

And she still had soh happiness out of hier spells, maybe even a three on the Wiccan scale of five She had a particular one in mind

Determined to keep some juice on tap, she decided she&039;d allow herself only one- either the bite on her neck, the bruise on her chest, or her wrist The wrist was healing on its own, and the bite mark wasn&039;t nearly as bad as the first This ti

As if he&039;d gotten better at it She shivered again, recalling how it&039;d felt A spike of pain, then war at the bruised outline of the dee hand The discoloration stretched nearly from shoulder to shoulder Chest it is

Another spell, and the bruise disappeared

Shortly after, Slaine returned with a full canteen and two dead fowl of some sort They looked like a cross between a pheasant and a chicken

His eyes briefly widened at her unblemished feet, then he tried to hand the "phickens" to her

"What do you expectexpression

He launched into another spate of low De listening to its owner: "Blah blah blah CARROW blah blah"

"Whatever" She pointed to the canteen

At length, he handed it to her As she drank, he ripped off one bird&039;s head as s a cork out of a wine bottle When he lifted the body to guzzle the blood, she spit out the water, about to throw up

With a scowl at her reaction, he took the creatures outside, returning once the cheasants were cleaned, dressed, and doubtless drained

She turned away as he spitted the, she couldn&039;t take her eyes off theood, she didn&039;t know if she could eat it

Carroasn&039;t a vegetarian by any means, but if he had handed her those birds before he&039;d killed them, they would&039;ve become pets Part of her mourned CluckCluck and Chanticleer

Even so, herloudly, and he slad you came with me

"Lap it up, demon Any ht from your dirty face"

As the birds roasted, she padded barefoot over to the pile of soldiers&039; packs, and began rooting for anything that ht make life in hell a shade better