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SINCE SHE HAD FIRST SEEN HIM in his tailored dark outfit, she found herself unable to look away. A silver Knight he was. And to her impure thoughts. . .her silver Knight. Her brother was like that and she never ceased to wonder how he could have such an effect on her.
"Come with me!" He had said, and like a hunted roe she had risen to his danger.
Whatever animal, she wondered, would desire the teeth of its predator?
The answer was crystal clear. None.
But she did. And though even animals knew not to stray close to their killer, she on the other hand panted for the bite of him. Since the first time his fangs had pierced her neck, she had longed more for him to feed. To reach out and hold her like he couldn't let go.
Marsil was cold and brooding. She loved him so. He was dark, his sexuality dominant. She desired that part of him. He was ruthless and roguish. A vampire. A predator. A literal Dragon.
