Deadly Game
"But I suppose the theater is over."
"The theater kept you alive," I countered, keeping the weapon perfectly steady. "And it’s still keeping you alive. Don't test me, Malakai. I have a drop to make, and you have a fever to fight."
He let out a dark, mocking chuckle that quickly turned into a sharp, pained hiss. He closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, his jaw clenching as the fire in his shoulder flared. But when he opened them, the raw, territorial hunger in his gaze was terrifying.