As the silver light in my eyes slowly ebbed away, returning to that deep, stormy grey-blue, what I saw in Varg's eyes wasn't just the ashes of desire. The ghost of his past had been replaced by the reality of the dying, hybrid freak gasping in his arms.
"You never branded me." I said, breathless, my eyelids fluttering shut. "But you felt it, didn't you? You felt how my soul was being torn to pieces."
Varg didn't answer. He simply pulled me tighter against his chest. I threw my head back and let out a soft moan of agony.
"I can't take it..." I whispered, my nails clawing at the thick wool of his sweater, trying to sink into his flesh. "Varg, listen to me... I have to confess something."
Varg had his face buried in the crook of my neck, trying to soothe me with his pheromones, but he paused when he heard my words. His hot breath scorched my skin.
"Speak, woman. What are you hiding now?"
