And dizzy.
“Becks.”
And she was floating on clouds.
“Reyna,” Beckham said.
“Please.”
“I’d kill you.”
“What’s the worst that could happen?”
Beckham growled low. “Come back to me, love. Come back.”
She closed her eyes and felt herself swirling away. The bite shouldn’t be this potent. He must have taken a lot to get to this point, and it was more potent with an emotional connection. But she couldn’t seem to bring her logical brain around to caring.
Then Beckham’s lips were on hers. Hot and enticing and demanding. His tongue tasted of tangy blood. Her blood. She gave in. She’d fuck him right here on this floor. What would be the harm? She wanted him. She wanted everything.
He wanted her too. She could feel it. Sense it. It overwhelmed her, it was so much. So much love and want. Fuck, the control the man had.
“Please,” she repeated.
Then she felt something else. Her breath quickened. Her brain fizzled. Her body shook violently under it. And yet she didn’t pull back. She didn’t release him.
What was happening?
It was as if she pulled more than his emotions. As if he gave hermore. Gave something she never thought possible to give.
Reyna felt as if she were coming out of dense fog. She hadn’t been able to see an inch in front of her face and now Beckham was here. He was here and she could think properly. She felt no pain. She felt none of the normal side effects of the bite. It all vanished on the wind. Leaving her clear and levelheaded and confused as fuck.
Her hand jumped to her neck where deep bite marks should have been. But there was nothing. Not even a scab. Clear, perfect unmarred skin.
“What…what did you do?” she gasped.
Beckham looked as shocked as she did.
“Beautiful,” Graves said. He took a deep breath as if he were inhaling the very essence of what he’d watched. “Wonderfullydone.”
They snapped their heads to the side to glare at Graves. Reyna had forgotten he was even in the room.
“What the hell happened?” Reyna asked.
“He healed you,” Graves said.
“How?” Reyna couldn’t fathom it.
“I transferred my vampire healing properties to you,” Beckham said. “I could feel it happening.”
“Indeed.” Graves sketched a shape around them. “Your magic—sorry,science—was very clearly on display. It glowed red.”
“Red?” Reyna asked in confusion.
“The power has a shape, a color, a scent to those who are attuned to it,” Graves admitted. “You two are red. The power swirling around you when he healed you.”
“Did you know that would happen?” Beckham demanded.
“I told you that I had not seen it done.”
