Rose stared at Kaelyn, horror locking her in place at the sight of his extended fangs. He turned away from her, breathing heavily. When he turned back to her, his fangs had retracted, but she could see he was still struggling with himself. “I don't want you to be scared of me,” he whispered, his voice ragged. “But your scent…” His gaze dropped briefly, then returned to her face. “It is making this harder than it should be.” Her throat tightened, though she held his stare. “You want to drink my blood?” He did not answer straight away. His jaw flexed, his control slipping just enough for her to see it. “Yes.” It came low, rough, pulled from somewhere he did not want to reach. He lifted a hand and cupped her face, his touch careful, almost deliberate in its restraint, as if he were holding something fragile instead of a woman who had spent half her life fighting. “I won’t,” he said, voice steadier now. “You have my word.” His thumb brushed lightly along her cheek, and somethi
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