He cocked his head. “I’ve never been with a witch.” Let her rip out his throat for that. End it. A row of iron fangs snapped down over her teeth as her smile grew. “I’ve been with plenty of men. You’re all the same. Taste the same.” She looked him over as if he were her next meal. “I dare you,” he managed to say. Her eyes narrowed, the gold like living embers. He’d never seen anyone so beautiful.
