A face as pale as moonlight with honey-colored eyes stared back, a wicked grin of ecstasy greeting him. “Show me,” he demanded. “Whatever do you mean?” Nuri asked sweetly. She made to stand, but Sorin slammed his hand over the wound in her arm. She sucked in a breath of pain. “Show me.” His voice was lethal. Nuri glared at him, then grinned wide as fangs slid from their sheaths in her gums.
