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Would he kill me? Anger pulsated from Fane, but another emotion battled within him.
A heady buzz zipped over me as the realization sank in. Heenjoyedthis. He liked watching me writhe and tremble because of him. He took pleasure in making me submit to his control and shatter like a delicate piece of glass.
Fane Maverick liked this. And it pissed him off.
As black spots popped around my vision from lack of oxygen, Fane became relentless, thrusting in and out until everything exploded.
I choked out a cry—his hand still around my neck—as hot lava evaporated the blood in my veins. My muscles tensed, and my spine arched away from the bed. Bright colors and stars flared in front of my eyes, mixing with the black spots to create a kaleidoscope no hallucinogenic drug could ever produce.
After several long moments, like an eternity of sensuality and joy, the pressure released, and I flopped back on the mattress, sweat beading my skin. The hold on my throat slipped away, and ragged gulps of air filled my lungs, dispersing the rainbow of colors and spots. My heart crashed against my ribs like I’d just run a marathon. Fane’s touch vanished as a sinister chuckle slithered through my mind.
My lids fluttered, and I couldn’t even move a finger. Fane was all around me—his touch, scent, and lingering presence—like a bad habit I couldn’t kick. This had been his diabolical plan, to get me addicted to something I’d never really have.
Fane hated me for killing his brother. And he’d avenge him as soon as I wasn’t connected to the Infernal Sol.
But in the meantime, he wanted to screw with me and turn me into a raving addict.
He’d just given me a lethal dose.
And I already craved more.
* * *
My eyelids fluttered open,and the painting of a rainy forest blurred into focus. Even though the sun shined through the guest room windows, I could almost hear the rain splattering against the leafy canopies and fallen logs in the small window to the wilderness Fane had captured.
Fane fucking Maverick.
A wall of heat crashed over me as memories washed away any remaining sleepiness. I was dreaming last night. No other explanation fit. I didn’t visit Fane in some ghostly form, and no way in hell did he slink into my room and give me a soul-shattering orgasm.
Shifters couldn’t astral travel to each other, and even if they could, our forms shouldn’t be able to physically interact with anything. I’d reluctantly—and horrified at the thought—considered that Fane and I could be fated shifter mates since we’d formed that mental link, but phantom visits were not a side effect of the mate bond.
I’d never heard of demons with this ability either.
Therefore, it was impossible, and last night never happened. Even if Fane wanted to torment me by turning me into a crazed addict, he probably didn’t have enough control not to snap and kill me.
Why hadn’tIkilled him already? He didn’t possess anything I needed. Why was I following his lead and allowing him to drag me along on this mission to dislodge the Infernal Sol from me? Captain Coltrane could find a way. The ravens had tons of witch connections. Someone from Maleor Suprema could get this demon amulet out.
But then there was the small matter of possibly turning into a shifter.
I ran my fingers over the swirling tattoo on my neck, sending tiny electrical jolts through my skin. Fane was certain I’d transform eventually. I wanted to refute his claim, but I couldn’t ignore the changes I’d experienced, no matter how small.
Were they from his bite or the Infernal Sol, though? And if Ididshift, would I be a regular wolf, or would I become a freaky wolf demon hybrid like him?
I scrutinized my hands for any sign of talons or spikes. Nothing yet.
With a yawn, I lifted my arms and stretched, curling my toes. A slight soreness registered between my legs as if…
No. That wasn’t right.Thatdidn’t happen.
I kicked the covers off and examined my lower half. My shorts and underwear remained intact, but he hadn’t needed to remove them in my dream. A faint purplish mark stained the inside of my thigh. I rubbed my thumb along the bruise, my pulse rising.
Were those bite marks?
The door jerked open, and a grumpy demon shifter took up the entrance, a glare hardening his already sharp face. “Get dressed. We’re leaving.”
I yanked the covers over my legs. “Where are we going?”
“To see a witch.”
