DEARIL

DEARIL POV

I wanted to devour her. Her pulse seemed to drum loudly in my ears and as my eyes raked over her form, then settled on her face, the scent of her pheromones assaulting my very being and driving me crazy, I fisted my hands by my side, and mentally wared with myself from closing the space that stood between us.

I had thought she wouldn't be able to survive without me, without her mate for such a long period but it turned out I was wrong and from the looks of things, I was the only one who was suffering.

The scent of blood permeating the air drew my gaze to those of the man she had just killed. I looked back at her, at the cold dark gaze in her emotionless eyes.

She looked ethereal. The sight of blood streaking over her dainty fingers, mesmerizing. I stared at her Hands which looked like they couldn't do harm and yet held so much wreckage in them. I could sense a danger akin to mine flowing through her vein and it drew me like a moth to the flame. The vivid memory of our las