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escaped his lips and he opened his eyes to see her pull back from his vein, her lips delectably bloodstained. Just inches away, her gaze lifted to meet his and though Syn’s instinct was to lean forward and clean his blood from her mouth, lap at the excess with his willing tongue, he held himself in check. Not just because any further intimacy between them would be foolish and would weaken his resolve, but because there was something glistening in her eyes that intrigued him. Concerned him.
    Calm, calculated ice-blue fire.
    “The balas likes your blood.” Her tone was as cool as her stare, and in one swift movement she brought his hand to her belly. “Feel. If you can.”
    The sensation lasted only a second—from inside her body, through her skin and into his palm—but Syn could not deny its impact.
    Was that a shock of emotion?
    From a small, satiated being?
    He ripped his hand from Petra’s belly and stated flatly, “We’re done here.”
    Petra didn’t move. In fact, she was so still, it was almost eerie. Then she grinned. “I don’t think so.” Blood stained her teeth. “I think we’re just getting started.”

5
    E uphoria had claimed Petra. She leaned back against the doorframe and sighed.
    After months of insecurity and fear, and a week of utter insanity and raging hunger, she could finally breathe without pain and sadness, move without tears.
    “I want more,” she uttered, her eyelids lifting to find Synjon several feet away, deep in the bedroom, nearly plunged in darkness except for his arm, the one that had just fed her.
    “You’ve had enough,” he said, his tone even but resolute.
    Petra barely heard him. She couldn’t stop staring at his wrist, illuminated by the sunshine at her back, and the gaping twin wounds that called to her like a lover. The anger and emotional pain had subsided, but now something new and strange had taken its place.
    Possessiveness. Over his blood.
    No.
    My blood now.
    “I didn’t know it could be like that, taste like that,” she said, sounding deliciously drugged even to her own ears. “I must have more.”
    Synjon pulled his wrist from the light. “Greedy veana s don’t prosper, love.”
    “And selfish paven must pay for their mistakes,” she returned.
    “Are you calling your balas a mistake?”
    She grinned, feeling absolutely no anger. Only calm seas and ocean breezes. He was trying to bait her into rejecting him. And that may have worked a few minutes ago. But times had changed. She could never reject him now. Even with all she knew about him, all she’d experienced. He had the blood. He had what she craved, the magic elixir that could keep her sane and satiated.
    She shook her head drowsily. “No, Mr. Wise. The only mistake I made was pulling you into that cave, saving your life.”
    “On that we can agree,” he replied.
    Like the cat she’d always wished she could be, Petra slid away from the doorway and stalked into the room. Her insides completely relaxed, she moved toward Syn until she could see him clearly, until her eyes adjusted to the dim light. He stood beside the bed, feet apart, arms at his sides, ready to spring, his eyes narrowed. She couldn’t help herself. Her gaze followed the ridges of muscle in his abdomen up to both the hard planes of his chest and the well-sculpted breadth of his shoulders until she reached what truly interested her. What made her mouth water. What made a guttural moan of need escape her lips.
    His neck.
    And the long, thick line of pulsing vein beneath.
    “You owe me, Synjon,” she said softly. “You owe us .”
    “I gave you the blood you require.”
    She nodded. “True. You gave me blood.”
    “But it’s not enough.”
    She shook her head, her lips twitching into another satisfied smile.
    “You will break our bargain, then?” he asked, every muscle in his extraordinary body tensing.
    “My loyalty is here.” She stopped before him and placed her hand on her belly. “Will always be here.”
    His gaze