His fangs didn’t sink into warm flesh of fire, but it was powerful blood that flooded his mouth. It still wasn’t what he wanted most, even if it was enough to satiate the need. The power he drank was soothing and mighty, a sense of peace and calming coming over him. But more than that were flashes of images he didn’t recognize. A female with red-brown hair and violet eyes. Another female with dark skin that glowed with a silver aura and raven black hair floating around her. A kiss beneath the moonlight. Swords clashing. A panther prowling. “That’s enough,” Tristyn growled, yanking his arm
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