The Lykae were prone to fits of temper—in fact, they spent many years of their lives learning to control it. Couple that tendency with what he’d been through, and he was shocked that he’d felt only a flare or two of anger. To quell them, he’d pictured the vampire sleeping up in his room, in what was now his bed. The creature was in his possession, to do with as he pleased. The knowledge of that alone helped brace him against his memories.
