The kitchen felt empty after Lucian left.
I stood there for several minutes, staring at the doorway he'd disappeared through, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
One moment he'd been crying in my arms, broken and vulnerable and so desperately human. The next, he'd pushed me away.
But I'd seen his face before he'd turned away. I'd seen the way his pupils had dilated, the way his newly formed fangs had extended just slightly. The way he'd looked at my throat like...
Like he was hungry.
The realization sent a chill down my spine that had nothing to do with the cool night air drifting through the open windows. Lucian wasn't just half-vampire in name. He was struggling with vampire instincts. Vampire needs.
And I'd been standing there pressed against him, my pulse point mere inches from his mouth, completely oblivious to the internal war he'd been fighting.
