Something has to be wrong inside of her because everything she should remember faded into his overwhelming darkness. It filled her in, bringing all the highs, numbing all the pain.
Nesrin couldn't think straight, craving him even when there was no distance. The desire was too hard to explain. He blurred all the lines, all her rationality. Izekiel intoxicated her and she longed for it more than ever.
Suddenly, nothing else mattered.
It made her euphoric, so free, so happy, that Nesrin was getting frightened. Those weren't real emotions and she knew it would be too late if she lets him continue.
Aaron's words echoed back inside her mind.
The heart of a moroi was devoured by the most primordial instincts, they knew no restraint, nor were they capable of having the very qualities that defined humanity.
