Chapter 848 Hunger In The Dark
- Loki's fingers clamped around Annabeth's throat, the heat of his palm thrumming with barely caged violence while his mouth hovered at the pulse beneath her skin.
- Then—an abrupt hitch of breath. Loki froze, every muscle quivering as instinct warred against what little discipline he still possessed.
- I'm so hungry. So unbearably empty.