KIERAN PAUSED, his golden eyes never leaving Mailah's face. "I would drain her to the very last drop of her essence, consuming her completely while she thanked me for the privilege."
The words hung in the air like a physical threat, making the temperature in the room seem to drop several degrees.
Mailah felt frozen in place, unable to look away from those hypnotic golden eyes that promised both ecstasy and destruction.
"Touch her and I'll tear you apart," Grayson snarled, moving to place himself protectively between Kieran and Mailah. The casual control he normally maintained had evaporated.
Kieran laughed, the sound echoing off the den's paneled walls. "Relax, old friend. I'm simply illustrating the practical advantages of a more... flexible moral framework."
"Your practical framework is sociopathy," Grayson shot back, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
