“I’d break my vow for you,” she whispered, heartbroken at the idea that she might never know him as intimately as a woman could know a man. Fangs flashing, Naasir bent to her throat to breathe deep. But even as her eyes began to close, her blood honey, he pulled back and shook his head, the shaggy silver of his hair glinting in the faint light of dawn. “You must keep promises,” he said. “Even those to yourself.”
