“Even though it was terrifying, there was something overwhelmingly hot about it.” I would never admit that to anyone other than Bran, and I’m only just now realizing that the tingling I’d felt in my bones wasn’t fear, but exhilaration. And when I watched the blood drip from his hand, distantly, in some far corner of my subconscious, something dark stirred. “Wicked little mouse,” he says with a growl.
