Hannah was stretched out beside him, almost across him. This was his new favorite way to wake up. No wonder she’d been in a good mood the last few mornings when she’d woken up beside him. It felt good. He turned and groaned as every single one of his muscles screamed out at him. He had a rather nasty bruise on his back to show for yesterday. It was the bruise that had finally convinced him what his lack of powers had failed to do. He was mortal… and a helluva time for that to happen. “What?” Hannah bolted up in bed. “What’s wrong?” She leaned over him. “Are you okay?” “No. I think I’m dying.” Then, he grinned. “So, you must be an angel.” She raised her eyebrows as a smile slipped across those beautiful lips of hers. “I’m definitely no angel.” Her eyes narrowed. “Wait, so you’ve never felt pain before?” He shook his head. Pain was for mortals… and immortals who fought fate, apparently. Dropping down, Hannah pressed her mouth against his neck… and bit.
