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"That won't save you forever," he murmured, but his voice strained with the effort of fighting my command.
"Open the door," I gritted out, my body still humming with the slight pulses.
Fashire didn't move. His gaze swept over me slowly, and his attention lingered in places that made my skin prickle with fresh awareness.
I tightened my grip around myself, awfully aware I was barely covering anything.
I glanced at the door.
"I would advise against that."
I went rigid.
I had heard his voice in my head.
Just like that time?
My eyes snapped to his face. "What did you say?"
Fashire's brow furrowed. The hunger in his expression flickered, replaced by confusion.
"I didn't say anything."
That moment when he had taken my blood before this transformation slipped into my mind. I had heard his voice, too, back then.
I didn't have time to sit with that horror when his gaze dropped down to my legs, where my thighs were tightly pressed together.
