POV: Daniel

Daniel’s lip still bled where she’d bitten him. He dragged his tongue over it, tasting, and letting the sting sink deeper. He could still feel the edge of her teeth gouged into his skin, the scrape of her nails cutting bloody lines down his chest.

And he laughed.

Low and rough and savage. The sound shattered the stillness of the empty lot, startling a raven on the telephone pole overhead.

She’d fought him.

Not flinched. Not folded. Not ...