Darkyn's Mate

Surprised by the intimate motion that seemed meant to comfort her, Deidre glanced up at him before nuzzling his neck. The scent of his blood made her mouth water, and she breathed him in.

"You're not angry at me?" she whispered.

"If I didn't want you leaving, I'd close the portals," he replied. "You summoning me shows you've begun to accept your place, love. If anything, I am satisfied, or will be, after I deal with the death dealers."

"What will you do to them?" she asked.

"Do you want to know?"

"They didn't hurt me," she said, not wanting to think about what he planned to do.

Darkyn touched her neck. She flinched. His fingers came away with blood.

"Stay here." He stepped away from her and strode through the doorway. He closed the doorway behind him.

Deidre's insides shook. She sat on the bed, panicking silently. At any minute, she'd hear him tear them apart and then, she'd freak out.

No sounds came from the living area. He had almost been kind, or at least, as kind as he was capable of being. She waited, wishing she'd never come. Wishing she'd gone somewhere other than here.

She waited for Darkyn to return but was too scared of what he was capable of doing to open the door and see the damage.