You make me ravenous. Those words buried in my soul. I felt the truth of them. Felt, somewhere innately, that he had said them to me once before—in Obitraen, the night he kissed me. And I understood it. The hunger for revenge, for salvation, for blood, for sex, for death, for life, for all the things we’d been denied. I felt it all. “Good,” I whispered. And the word was swallowed up between us as his mouth crashed against mine.
