The Widow’s Blood Debt
My fingers brushed his, and I felt that same electric spark, the one that defied logic and morality.
"I’m not leaving, Dante," I whispered. "I told you. I’m the one who’s going to make you immortal. And immortality requires a certain amount of... pruning."
Dante’s eyes darkened. He grabbed my waist, pulling me hard against him. The scent of antiseptic and blood hung around him, but I didn't pull away. I leaned into him, my forehead resting against his.
"You’re a monster, Julian Vane," he murmured, his breath hot against my lips.