SAGE
"I hope this won't make us lifemates," I said lightly, the words forced into something that sounded like a joke. "Because if so, I might be the first female to kill off her lifemate…"
I leaned closer to Darius's wrist and licked the pinprick where my fangs had pierced him. The taste of his blood still lingered on my tongue—rich, utterly enticing and delicious, addicting, humming faintly with ancient power.
Under my gaze, the tiny wounds sealed themselves, skin knitting together seamlessly.
I watched it happen with quiet fascination. So, this is what I had become? My spittle now had healing properties.
A wonderful phenomenon only seen in these gods-blessed supernaturals , according to the half-forgotten texts I'd once skimmed through in the forbidden royal library, and dismissed as myth.
