s*x in death
When he finally broke the contact, his eyes weren't silver or grey—they were a deep, dark charcoal, swirling with a desire that was far more dangerous than the Sin-Eater.
"He's gone," I breathed, my head spinning.
Julian looked at the pile of ash on the floor, then back at me. His thumb grazed my lower lip, which was still tingling from the surge. "The scavenger is gone. but the Board will have felt that pulse."
He turned to the main terminal, his fingers flying across the keys. The encryption for Life Zero flashed on the screen—a set of coordinates in the middle of the North Atlantic.