“How did you ever get him without him putting up a fight?” she asked, keeping a wary distance.
Loren smiled as he stroked Evan’s face gently. The vampiress bristled. “When he’s asleep, Evan is more susceptible. It’s when he’s awake that I’m challenged, and such a wonderful challenge he is,” he whispered.
Elissa scowled and crossed her arms. “You have me, yet you still yearn for him.”
Loren stood slowly and went to her. He ran his hands up her arms and over her shoulders. “My dear Elissa, I can’t deny how much I crave Evan. But he is no threat to you. I want his magic. I’m addicted to it. Believe me, if you could experience the sorcerer the way I have, you would understand.”
Elissa glanced around Loren’s shoulder. “He’s moving,” she said, her cold voice almost dripping with venom.