is's
d they seemed strangely bright against th
irises until the gray was almost lost beneath an amber glow. Th
ppening to his eyes. For one frightening second, though, it felt as if something insi
ng at me. It was like something in him had woken up
d through m
ng ached deep in my chest, then a faint ting
id my best to shu
er. There was no reason I shou
ple were still walking nearby, and raised my voice. "What
swering, he c
low and sure, like he'd walked t
cked away and curled my hands into fist
sed the remaining distance between us a
second before I started st
took over. "What the hell are you doing? Stop it! Let me go!" A
buried his face against my neck and breathed me in. It was so inti
is chest and dug my nails into his coat. "I don
plit the air somewhe
t was high and sudden, like something
his body stiffened. His hold tightened
ed. One arm stayed locked around my waist as he d
ed, "Let
t his arm. "Someone help me!
ed to pry his arm away, but his grip
a low, tense voice wh
both sides. Streetlight slipped between the buildings in uneven patche
suddenly stopped before forcing
mmediately moved in front of me, using hi" he
echoed from som
time I inhaled. Even with our clothes between us, I could feel the heat
n me, and then it
spreading outward. The color was stronger this time and didn't disappear right awa
him sw
d beside my neck. His first breath was barely noticeab
t, like he actually enj
no mistaking the satisfaction behind it. The look on his face made my stomach turn
metal door, and disgust crawled throu
ad seriously ju
looked like he'd enjoyed every second of it, as if
a c
I thought of him, but another rush of foo
es and left them dark gray again. His muscles tightened
ough the night. It echoed between the bui
e heard it. He checked the alley
d. His voice was low and steady,
m. Then I planted both hands against h
ecting me to fight back becaus
e chance. I turne
fell and immediately took off again, racing toward the end of the alley without daring to look behind
sidewalk. A hand grabbe
firm enough that I couldn't pull free. The sudden tug threw m
s grip again and again, but he wouldn't let go. "What
our name,"
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