“I will never ask you to feed me in such a way,” he said. “That’s something only you can give. And only you can decide if I’m worthy of it.” Every centimeter of her buzzed with energy—with magic. Just the idea of Silas taking her vein lit her up from the inside like she was plugged directly into a power station. Sex and blood were two sources of magic so potent and intense most people feared using them. Most people weren’t Ivy. “I see,” she breathed, realizing she needed to respond. Eyeing her, he took several beats before inching back.
