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world—neither good nor bad. And with every
bit of his soul I devoured, delicious warmth spread through me, chasing the
horrible, endless cold away. My thoughts about hurting him vanished. I would
feed until I was satisfied, and since I’d barely ever fed before, that would
take a long time.
    Someone grabbed my upper arm and painfully wrenched me away
from Colin. Colin staggered back and dropped down into a nearby booth. Thin,
black lines branched around his mouth and his skin was sickly pale. His eyes
were glazed. His chest moved rapidly as he gasped for breath.
    Haven’t taken it all. Just a
piece...
    The grip on my arm tightened and I turned to see that it was
Kraven now in front of me, shaking his head.
    “Honestly,” he said. “Can’t let you out of our sight for a
minute, can we?”
    “Let go of me!” I was working on instinct only, still possessed
by the hunger. I stared at Colin. “I need more.”
    “You need more?” Kraven grabbed my chin and forced me to look
at him instead of Colin. “Try this.”
    He kissed me hard, releasing my arm to slide his hands into my
long hair. I automatically tried to feed, but there was nothing there. Regular
demons like Kraven didn’t have souls. This was the proof. With no soul to feed
from, this was just a kiss.
    And yet, strangely enough, it still seemed to satisfy me. I
wasn’t feeding, but my hunger began to ease a fraction at a time.
    But then the kiss stopped. Abruptly.
    “What the hell are you doing to her?” Bishop snarled.
    He grabbed hold of Kraven and wrenched him away from me,
slamming the demon hard against the wall.
    Bishop’s eyes blazed bright blue. They did that sometimes. He’d
told me it was a bit of celestial energy that rose up when he got emotional.
Based on the current neon brightness, he was very emotional.
    My head continued to clear, although not as rapidly as I’d have
liked it to. I staggered back from them and landed in the booth across from the
slowly recovering Colin. A quick sweep of the club showed that nobody was paying
us any attention.
    Neat trick that demons and angels had—they could cloak an area
to gain a little privacy when problems arose.
    Kraven shoved Bishop back from him. “Sorry, but your little
girlfriend was in need of some help.”
    “Thatwas you helping?”
    “Worked, didn’t it?”
    I sent a look at Colin. My mind had now cleared completely and
my control was back. Guilt and horror slammed through me at what I’d done. The
black lines around Colin’s mouth had faded completely, but his eyes were still
glazed. A gray’s victim seemed to go into a short-term trance while they were
being fed upon. Since I’d experienced it from the victim’s side, I knew that it
felt way better than it looked. Exciting, exhilarating, amazing—just like a good
kiss should be.
    But there was nothing good about this kiss. If I’d successfully taken all of Colin’s soul, I could
have killed him. Or, if he was strong enough to survive it, he would become
another gray, capable of hurting others.
    Either thought scared the hell out of me.
    My gaze shot to Bishop. “Colin kissed me. I—I’m sorry. I
couldn’t help myself after that.”
    Colin shook his head as if to clear it. He glanced at me, and
then at the two tall boys staring at him.
    “What—?” he began.
    “How do you feel?” Bishop asked him.
    He scrubbed his hand over his forehead. “Um, okay, I think.
What happened?”
    Bishop grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him out of the
booth. “Don’t kiss her again. Ever. You hear me?”
    Colin gaped at him. “Who are you?”
    “You don’t want to know. Leave now.”
    Bishop let him go and Colin staggered back, then glanced at me
as if waiting for me to defend him. Instead, I forced myself to look down at my
hands, which I’d clasped in my lap.
    “Sorry,” he began. “I, uh, don’t know what I was thinking.”
    Without any further argument, he slunk away from us and was
swallowed by the rest of the