THE SHADOWS pressed closer, and she could feel hunger beginning to circle like sharks drawn to blood in the water.
Time was running out, and everything depended on what happened next.
"Grayson." Kieran's voice cut through the dreamscape like a blade of ice, but it seemed to come from a vast distance. "You need to stop. Now."
But Grayson was beyond hearing, beyond caring about anything except the intoxicating taste of her life force flowing into him like liquid starlight.
His incubus nature had taken the reins completely, drowning out the careful humanity he'd cultivated for centuries.
In the physical realm, Kieran watched with growing alarm as both bodies trembled on the chaise.
Mailah's skin had taken on an alabaster pallor that spoke of dangerous depletion, while Grayson's form practically vibrated with supernatural energy.
"This is madness," Kieran muttered, his golden eyes flickering between the two figures.
