"Did he hurt you?" The words were rough. I let out a muffled laugh and Nireas's fingers gripped at my waist, too tight for a moment, and then pulled away completely. Yes, Con had hurt me. Changed me, even. I shook my head against the pillow and licked my lips, surprised to find some of Antin's sweetness still remaining. "No," I whispered. Yes. But I had no complaint. Only a strange and concerning new craving.
