THREEE MORE SESSIONS followed, each one more intense than the last.
By the fourth training session, Grayson had begun to move through her subconscious with an ease that both thrilled and terrified her.
His supernatural nature no longer fumbled at the edges of her mind—it slid through her desires like silk through water, accessing depths that left her gasping and trembling on the chaise.
"Better," Kieran observed with clinical satisfaction as Grayson severed their latest connection. "You're learning to navigate her psyche without triggering defensive responses. The feeding tonight should proceed much more smoothly."
But Mailah felt anything but smooth. She sat curled in the corner of the chaise, her arms wrapped around her knees in a protective gesture that fooled no one.
The repeated invasions of her most private thoughts had left her feeling raw and exposed, as though her skin had been peeled back to reveal nerves that sparked at the slightest touch.
