“Ashen of House Urbigu... do you think I belong to you?” Ashen gives a breath of a laugh. His smile fades. His eyes soften and the flame within dies to embers. He reaches up and lays his hand on the side of my face, letting his fingers trace the line of my cheekbone and the angle of my jaw. His gaze follows every movement of his slow and gentle caress. “No. You belong to you, vampire. But I will cherish any part you're willing to share with me.”
