He brought his lips close to her neck, drawn by the sweet smell of her human blood. Her veins throbbed as blood rushed through them, and it made his stomach ache for just a drop.
He bared his fangs, ready to bite, when her thoughts rang loud and clear in his mind. She liked the way he touched her. She had never felt like this with any man before.
His heart skipped a beat. Tiara would never say something like that… unless she had lost her memory. Did that mean she had lost herself, forced to create a new identity?
If that was true, then he had been a fool to think she was playing games with him.
Anger and disappointment hit him at once. He raced into the house, the door slamming behind him. Kol was relieved that Tristan and his wife were not in the living room.
His face burned with fury, his hands clenched into fists as he shot upstairs with his primal speed. In less than three seconds, he was in the gallery room.
