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her
face.
    “You better not,” she said, not daring to
move.
    He shifted so close his teeth would have
grazed her if she breathed too deeply. “Or what?”
    Through a clenched jaw, she warned,
“Don’t.”
    “You’re just a human—food for the lesser
fiends,” he chuckled. “You hold no power here.”
    Grabbing her upper arm like it was a twig
caught in the force of a hurricane, they fell, Andi riding him to
the ground, grappling. Like hell Andi would let someone treat her
so lowly! She’d die before he got the upper hand, and in that
moment, she felt her anger rise with the weight and sting of hot
magma. It coursed through her veins, thick and slow, boiling ever
hotter as it closed in around her grip on the stranger’s neck.
    She had been so preoccupied with her
channeled hatred that his screams were secondary to her receptors.
He wrestled to pull her scorching grip loose, but actually faltered
time and again for a number of crucial seconds before wrapping his
hands around hers. They felt tiny in his grip, though powerful.
Challenging.
    A hidden desire stirred as he internalized
her heat, drinking it in. Initially, she had caught him off guard,
thinking she was human. But what he had discovered here, this
smoldering form laying atop him, was an impressive force. A force
that may never be tamed. Or perhaps only by him.
    “What are you doing?” she asked, wide-eyed,
feeling the heat build in their grip. “What is this?”
    Ignoring her questions, he retracted his
sharp, feral teeth and kissed her with every bit of life coursing
through him. He released her hands. Finding his way past the ragged
shirt’s edge, he pressed his palms against her smooth stomach,
cycling her energy back into her silky, toned body.
    Tingling everywhere, Andi shivered and
goosebumps rose across her forearms, even though she was the
hottest she had ever been. His hands felt like pure fire licking at
her flesh, and yet it felt too good to make him stop.
    She moaned into his mouth, causing a frenzy
to stir within him. He found her tongue with his and wrestled it as
he rolled her under his body.
    They passed the heat of her fire back and
forth for what felt like ten lifetimes until footsteps rushed
noisily in their direction.
    He let go and jumped to his feet. Andi stood,
but noticed that two handprints glowed on her stomach. The demon’s
handprints!
    “What’s happening to me?” she asked, fighting
the rising panic.
    The cell door swung open before she was given
an answer and the beast who had been threatening her one minute and
attacking her with lust the next pounced on the unsuspecting
urchin.
    The hunchbacked guard surrendered
immediately, begging for his life as he cowered at the demon’s
feet.
    “Do not hurt me,” he gurgled in a sub-human
voice. “Go. I will not stop you, I swear it.”
    Rushing from the confines of the cell, he
turned and barked, “Come!”
    Still foggy from his advances, she looked
down to notice the handprints on her skin fading. Meeting his gaze,
she shook her head. “How can I trust you? I don’t even know your
name… And I doubt you care to know mine.”
    Finding her refusal to escape baffling, he
stepped back into the dank cell unfit for a creature of any
domain.
    “Toryn. I am Toryn. And you are Andi.”
    “How did you know—“
    “Would you like an answer or an escape
route?”
    “I…” Andi shook her head and observed the
fragile, dirty being kissing the dirt at Toryn’s feet. “Get me the
hell out of here.” She hopped around the groveling form and they
closed the door on him, leaving him to answer to their fate.
    Sleuthing through narrow, dark passages, she
asked, “Do you know where we’re even going?”
    Not stopping, he barreled forward,
explaining, “I sense activity this way. I feel them in my
head—“
    “You hear them the way you can hear me in my
mind?”
    “Exactly. And they have bright auras, the way
ones do when they are exposed to the natural light of the