Chapter 18

His lust grew.

Then he thought of his wound.

His hand flew to his face, finding blood still creeping down his cheek. It felt jagged, as if a taloned hand had swept savagely across his face and scratched it. He looked back down at the sleeping vision and felt another pain, the pain of loss. He couldn’t stay. He’d been wounded in battle and would have to leave.

How can I put her out of my mind? he thought as he gazed down at her. How can I forget about her pale, moon-kissed skin, her lush, begging-to-be-kissed lips?

He shouldn’t feel this way, he couldn’t. She was off-li—and then a thought occurred to him. He was mortalOnly immortals were not allowed to sleep with humans.