I love her, Remy thought, surprised by the realization, insignificant amid everything else. Her and Malekh. “Don’t stop,” Xiaodan pleaded against his ear, as he resumed his quick, punishing, hard thrusts. “Again—” “AGAIN,” MALEKH said, and Remy winced at the telltale prick of the syringe against his skin, the vampire slowly drawing more blood. The noble had probably taken more out of him than any other undead creatures combined had ever managed, and Remy was willingly letting him do it.
