POV: Rory Hale

The first thing I felt was teeth.

Sharp, scorching, tearing into the soft skin of my neck.

I gasped, my scream smothered by the shadows that enveloped us. My hands pressed against his chest, desperate to shove him away, but Lucien’s grip was iron. His lips pressed to my throat, and the heat of his mouth against my flesh made me quiver with something I didn’t understandfear, rage, something worse.

“Stop!” My voice cracked. “Get off me!”

But he didn’t stop. He ...