“I am far more than you can bear to give me credit for,” he said, and his arrogance set my veins alight. “And my cravings do not end at blood.” He shoved to his feet, and I stood too, refusing to let him walk out on me and get the final word. “Then where do they end?” “Right now?” He prowled toward me, and I inhaled a shaken breath at the carnality to his expression. “They end with you.”
