What color predominated between the two depended on what color he wore, his mood, the lighting. She didn't say anything, just looked out at the view. My hand looked small around his bigger one, but my arm was solid, and when he tried to pull away, he couldn't do it. I'd been engaged to him once, and I'd been his lover, but I had no clue what to do.
Once I could only sense vamps that I had a connection to, to this degree, and once it was just a small quiver of recognition. Fed on that warm, living power, fed on the sensation of being deeper inside Micah's body than I'd ever been inside any man's before. I stretched my hand out toward him. I controlled it on the dance floor, I said.
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