"I'LL LET HIM FEED."
Soren's expression shifted to one of professional focus, the warmth in his hazel eyes replaced by the sharp intensity of a doctor preparing for a delicate procedure.
He moved closer, his voice dropping to the measured tone of someone explaining a complex medical intervention.
"Given Grayson's weakened state, we can't rely on his usual methods," he began as he paced slowly across the sunroom's polished floor. "Typically, an incubus forms a bond through focused intent—either by being summoned in a dream or by entering one on his own. But in his current condition..."
He paused, face grave.
"He barely has enough energy to regulate his own body. We'll need to create the connection through proximity instead."
Mailah felt her stomach flip. "So, I just… lie next to him?"
