“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first moment I saw you, josdo,” he said, and my heart started to pound harder in my chest. “Josdo?” I repeated, trying to pronounce it just how he had—joz-doh. My voice was hoarse. “What does that mean?” Edin grinned wide, fangs glinting as he leaned forward. “It means ‘morsel’, human. Because that day we met, when I told you I didn’t want to eat you…” He leaned even closer to nuzzle my ear, making a pleasant shiver run up my spine. “…I lied.”