Page 66 of Demon Monster's Little Human

Her eyes.

The moment she looked at me after drinking my blood, they were not her eyes.

They were hers.

That damned woman from my past. The Purna who sealed me away, who betrayed me, who left me to rot in stone for gods-knows-how-long.

But it can't be. Liora is not her.

She can’t be.

Yet the way she moves, the way her body reacted to the binding, the way my blood took root inside her like it had been waiting for centuries to do so…

I exhale sharply, running my tongue over my teeth. My fangs ache.

This is dangerous.

I should leave.

I should kill her.

That would be the logical choice, wouldn’t it? End her now before she becomes something I can’t control, before she becomes something I can’t resist.

Right now, I want her.

Not just with my body, but with something deeper, something uglier.

Something that whispers mine.

That word should mean nothing. I am no longer bound to a people, to a clan, to a cause. My kind is nothing but fractured remnants, scattered in the ruins of time.

Yet, when I saw her take my blood, when I watched her accept it, absorb it, become something else entirely…

Something in me snapped.

I can still feel her presence inside me, the connection forged when she took my essence into her body. A tether that shouldn’t exist.

It burns through me like a sickness, a hunger I can’t sate.

My hands clench against my thighs as I tilt my head back, forcing in a deep breath. But it does nothing to calm the beast inside me.

I can still feel her in the other room, restless, confused, tossing in that broken excuse for a bed.

She should be weak from what happened. She should be resting, recovering.

But she’s not.

She is awake.

She’s thinking about me.

I can taste it, her pulse quickening every time she shifts beneath the thin sheets. I hear the hitch in her breath, the restless way she moves, the heat radiating from her skin as if the binding hasn’t just affected me but her as well.

I should leave.

But instead, I find myself walking toward her.

The house groans beneath my weight, but she doesn’t stir as I slip through the doorway.

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