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mouth.
    His hands slid up her back, pulling her closer. She felt the bite of claws through her sweatshirt and gasped against his lips.
    “Sorry,” he whispered.
    “No, I like it.” The admission slipped out before she really thought it through. It surprised her to realize she spoke the truth.
    His lips curled. “Twisted necromancer.”
    “Yes.” She returned her lips to his, feeding more of her soul into him. The joy of freeing her magic left her light-headed with pleasure.
    He trapped her lower lip between his teeth, and she felt their unnatural sharpness, the canines longer, more animal-like.
    She slipped her hands beneath the hem of his shirt, running her palms up over the solid expanse of his stomach. The move pulled another growl from him, this one louder and more menacing.
    “Scary,” she whispered.
    “Do I frighten you?” Earnest green eyes bored into her own.
    “Yes, but not for the reason you think.”
    “I want to bite you just to taste your blood.” He watched her as he spoke, gauging her reaction.
    She shivered. “See, that turns me on.”
    “Me, too.” He took her mouth again. “It’s our magic,” he continued a few minutes later. “It’s so… compatible.”
    “I’m aware.” So powerfully aware.
    “And you’re hurting,” he whispered. His lips trailed along her cheek to her temple. A chaste kiss, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug. “Why not lose yourself to the magic?”
    Yes, why not? So what if every other necro saw him as little more than a corpse. She knew the man beneath the call of his death. But that didn’t make this right.
    She tipped her head up and kissed the underside of his jaw, then rested her head against his shoulder. “I’m using you.”
    “Perhaps, but you’re not the only one at fault. I knew and still played along.”
    But he had put a stop to it before they took it too far. She leaned back to look him in the eye. “I’m sorry.”
    “No hard feelings.” He held her gaze a moment then pushed himself to his feet. “But be warned, one of these days I’m going to stop sabotaging myself.”
    She smiled at his candor. “Warning received.”
    He nodded and headed for the door. “If you’ll allow me, I’d like to go for a run.”
    “On four legs?”
    He stopped at the door and his gaze met hers. His eyes still glowed. “I don’t feel when I’m the hound.”
    Her heart felt too big for her chest. “You may.”
    He nodded and left the room.
    “Hades’s blood,” she whispered and collapsed against the couch.
    Chapter
8
    J ames closed the door behind him. And forced himself to walk away. That certainly hadn’t gone as planned, but he had Elysia’s permission to shift forms. He had been afraid to go on his own for fear she would sense something and call him back, perhaps forbidding him to change again. Hopefully, she would think he was out running when he vanished into the land of the dead. He had to get to Addie and see if she could free him. What he wanted to do after that was what worried him.
    He raked a hand through his hair. It would be insane to return to Elysia after he escaped. Yet her predicament stirred his protective instincts. And it didn’t help that her magic was rapidly becoming an addiction. The thought of drinking her blood should disgust him, yet it did the opposite. Dear God, his body still hummed from those few drops he had lapped from her finger. And he wanted to do so much more than just lick her finger.
    He turned down the hall to his room—determined to change there and spare his clothes—and came face to face with Doug. James skidded to a halt.
    “What are you doing out alone, dead man?” Doug closed the distance between them. “Where’s Elysia?”
    James lifted his lips, but stopped the snarl that wanted to escape.
    “Answer.” Doug’s power slammed into him.
    “The den,” James said between clenched teeth.
    Doug continued to look him over. “You will answer when I ask a