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Alistair withdrew at last with a sharp breath, his fangs slipping free of her skin. He did not linger. He never lingered. Yet the absence of him felt almost as overwhelming as his presence had been.
Selene swayed, the room tilting alarmingly. His grip tightened instantly, one arm circling her waist to steady her before her knees could give way.
"Enough," he murmured, his voice roughened, darker than before. "You've given enough."
She could still feel the echo of his bite—heat and cold braided together beneath her skin, her pulse thrumming too loudly in her ears. When she lifted a trembling hand to her neck, the wound was already closing, the skin smooth save for two faint, rose-colored marks that throbbed in time with her heartbeat.
Alistair's own breathing slowed as he straightened. The blood had vanished from his shirt as if it had never been there. The wound beneath was sealed, leaving only torn fabric as proof that he had been injured at all.
