His power was everywhere, as if the very air stung and burned. That if I touched him, he'd be mine, mine in a way that until tonight I hadn't wanted. When you hit the door, you were going to hurt someone, Jason said, and let blood trickle from his mouth, because he couldn't spit in wolfish form. Just seeing them, lying there, unused, made my pulse speed just a little.
There was a room underneath the castle, torches, darkness, and women, any woman that she thought was prettier than she. He hadn't fed tonight. Something I'd regret missing later. I actually pushed against him, raised a hand to touch him, and he put a hand on my shoulder and held us apart.
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