"YOU ASKED FOR IT," Grayson whispered, his voice vibrating deep in his chest. "So, I will give it to you."
He didn't move. He stayed so close that Mailah could feel the heat radiating from his skin.
His eyes searched hers, no longer cold like winter ice, but swirling with a dark, hungry energy that made her breath hitch in her throat.
He didn't pull her into a kiss. Instead, he reached out and traced the line of her jaw with one finger. The touch sent a spark through her that felt like a tiny lightning strike.
"I will feed tonight," Grayson continued, his gaze dropping to her lips before snapping back to her eyes. "But not here. Not like this. Prepare yourself, Mailah. Because I will make sure to visit your dream. I'll take what I need from the places where you can't hide from me."
Mailah felt a cold wave of nerves wash over her.
Through her dream?
