Chapter 80 And Made

• Aiden
• Leah was lying on the couch, her legs hanging off the edge. Her short hair spilt over her face in wild waves, hiding her face and baring too much of her neck. That pale stretch of skin called to me, begging for teeth, for bruises I'd leave in the shape of my hunger. She had knocked herself out before Roman, who I'd just tucked in.
• "Leah," I rasped, leaning down, my voice a low growl that vibrated through me.