BloodLust (Rise Of The Iliri Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
Another wave of pain and another scream slipped from her. Sal's ears turned to the deep voice soothing her, but all she could manage to do was beg. "Please," she whispered. "Please!" "How much more, Risk?" Zep asked, her cries cutting through him. "I can't hold her forever, and she's clawing at my mind." The golden iliri nodded, never taking his eyes from Sal. Her shirt was unbuttoned, exposing the wound, her pale breast only inches from his hand. The deep red gash refused to close. He nodded again, filling his lungs, and when he exhaled, he focused so hard his brow wrinkled. Sal screamed. Her pale eyes saw nothing as they flicked across the room, her body trying its best to preserve her sanity. When the convulsion passed, she began to relax, breathing deeply, excitedly, then screamed again at the next wave. Zep felt her mind begging for his as he watched the wound close, an angry pink line the only sign that it had been there.
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