She dropped her stare to her lap. “I’m not sure why. I think I just like feeling the wild, fraying edge of a person when they’re overcome like that. It’s…” “Intoxicating.” His liquid smoke voice ghosted over her, making her shiver. Ivy lifted her gaze and nearly gasped at the raw expression on Silas’ face. It was the barest hint of the true demon locked within him. She wasn’t afraid though—in fact, she wanted to meet that demon soon.
