It was a tricky thing to lure a soul. Trickier still to absorb one into his body. When he’d first started doing this, he’d had several escape because he hadn’t been able to detect that moment when they left the human body. Now, his sight was well honed.
He could even smell them.
Like now. Urian sucked his breath in as the soul rushed toward him and slammed into his body, merging with his physical being. The shock of it was always exhilarating.
Shaking and light-headed, he let go so that the man’s body could slide to the street.
Where am I? What happened? Hello!
Urian flinched at the shouting in his skull. Rubbing at his forehead, he sighed heavily.That,he hated. It was like a migraine that had a baby run over by an elephant that had been struck by a hurricane in the middle of a volcano erupting.
And he wished he were exaggerating.
All of a sudden, someone brushed their hand through his hair. He tensed and started to strike until the scent of the woman hit his nostrils.
Urian relaxed instantly. “Xyn.” Her name left his lips like a prayer.
“I would ask about the body at your feet, but the blood on your lips gives me a pretty good idea.”
Opening his eyes, he wiped away the blood with his knuckle as he met her beautiful gaze. Until he saw the bruises and scratches on her forehead and cheek. Anger cut through him. “What of you?”
“War.”
His gaze darkened.
She cupped his face in her soft hands and rose up on her tiptoes to place a gentle kiss to his lips. “Calm down, my angry Daimon. I’m fine. In battle you tend to get knocked about.”
“Doesn’t mean I like it.”
“I know.” She nipped at his bottom lip. “How are you?”
At the moment?
“Hungry.” But not for blood. He was starving for something a little more exotic …
Urian pulled her closer to savor her curves against his body, though to be honest, he’d rather they were both naked and not covered in armor.
She curled her arm around his neck and held him tight as he pressed her against the wall. “I couldn’t believe it when I saw you. What are you doing here?”
“Came out to feed. You?”
“Someone stole my brother’s egg.”
“Egg?” Urian was aghast that anyone would dare go after a dragon’s child.
“Not what you’re thinking.” She teased. “It’s something we use to heal with.”
“Ah.”
Xyn gasped as she felt Urian’s hand sliding down inside her armor so that his fingers could delve deep into her body. Her heart began to pound. “What are you doing?”
“I think you know.”
She glanced around the deserted alley. “We’re in public!”
“Then you’d best take me somewhere private. I fear I’m a bit soul-drunk and between that and the smell of you, I’m rather feral at the moment.”
Indeed. She’d never seen him like this before. There was an edge to him that wasn’t normally there. While she’d always known he was lethal, this was different. He was …
