Let me bite you

Maeve's eyes were red.

Not her usual deep, mesmerizing purple, but glowing, molten red—like embers burning in the dark.

And that wasn't the only thing.

Two small, sharp horns had emerged from her forehead, curving slightly upward, like a dragon shaking off its human disguise.

And when she parted her lips, I saw them.

Fangs.

I felt my heartbeat stutter, a mix of shock, fascination, and a deep, primal fear crawling up my spine.

Something was happening to her.

Something dangerous.

My brain scrambled to make sense of it, digging through every magic class I had ever half-paid attention to back in high school.

Demons.

Blood.

There was something about certain demons—ones with mixed bloodlines, ones that weren't fully demon or fully something else.

They could regain strength through consuming raw energy.

And sometimes—

I swallowed.

Sometimes, that meant blood.