Chapter: 85

He glanced up and caught Dorian�s gaze, his irises as red as the blood slicking his mouth, both evidence of a fresh feed. In the raging firelight, he glowed like the devil himself.

The scent of her warm blood brought Dorian�s hunger into sharp relief, his own fangs slicing through his gums, the ache inside him sending a tremor through his very bones.

He gripped the edge of the door to steady himself and held his breath, willing the craving�along with his murderous fury�to pass.

Gabriel knew damn well what the scent and sight of fresh human blood would do to his brother, but he offered neither an apology nor an attempt to hide his actions. Instead, he flashed a cocky smirk and a show of fang, then closed his eyes and tipped his head back, losing himself in the pleasure of his plaything.

Duchanes�plaything, Dorian realized, noticing the woman�s red hair and sparkly dress.
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