Chapter 62

• "So, you slept with the enemy's bed after all."
• The deep growl of Darius's voice was warning in the shadowy darkness of his lair. She stirred bound in unfamiliar furs, the pungent odor of the rogue leader a loamy, rich scent in the air. She sat up, pounding heart racing. The memory of Ash's kiss, his bite, remained an ethereal throb on the curve of her neck.
• "I did not choose your bed, Darius. I passed out from the blood moon vision. You brought me here," she said, her tone carrying a razor's edge of rebellion.