This new expansion of his Cursed Demon domain clearly signaled the advancement of his natal demon methods. The merging had broadened his curse synergy, making his Lone Star Wolf instincts more formidable.
But the vision ended as quickly as it came. He returned to the present, where Hazel—her hair damp with sweat—cradled him.
Briefly, he thought about exploring the effect of "Dark Ripples," but another matter demanded his focus: Hazel Ross. She was trembling slightly, her body still unaccustomed to their intimate closeness.
Luke took a deep breath, stifling a grin. No time to examine new powers. Must attend to real life. He pressed a tender kiss to Hazel's temple, provoking a soft sigh from her lips. They spent some long minutes holding each other, letting the day's hush envelop them, hearts thrumming in a wordless conversation of warmth.