Chapter 49
- IRA
- Aikon sat in the center of the bed, his muscular back pressed against the wall behind him. His shirt had been discarded somewhere on the floor, leaving his chest and torso completely bare. But it was Ashya who commanded my attention. She straddled him, her pale hands splayed across his chest while her fangs were buried deep in the curve of his neck.
- She was drinking his blood with desperate hunger.