He was not wearing his human disguise now, but I recognized the full, dark gaze that had found me in the street. His horns were broad, tipped with gold, and his jaw was massive and squared. Those plush lips had pressed to mine. He was dressed in human gentlemen's clothing, his massive chest stretching the seams of fine fabrics. He was potent and beautiful, powerful and pristine. Just the sight of him was a little kernel of relief to my starvation. My mouth watered and I swallowed hard.
