I realized he didn’t care about the game anymore. He had something else to occupy his time. And for the first time in his entire life, I watched my twenty-one-year-old, brutally damaged son become infatuated. “You feel it, too, don’t you?” He glanced my way, those ocean-blue eyes darker than I’d ever seen them. But it wasn’t with jealousy, or rage. They were dark with desire. Because that is what she invoked in us, wasn’t it? Her bloodline be damned, this madness was deeper than hunger, crueler than greed.
