Marcello yanked back to the cold press of steel stabbing into his back and the rush of panic as pain seared throughout his body.

Red. Something cold scraped up his spine and he quickly wiped away the blood to the underside of his conjured pillow, stifling another cough

Marcello tossed and turned in his bed until the sunlight poured through the window of the cabin and scattered across his face. He...

Aven watched. The porcelain, bare skin that glittered beneath the water. At his eyes. Bluer than the sea, touched by ice and stardust.

Black, ebony fur crawled and extended up arms that broadened and lengthened. In seconds, he stood as a looming figure of hell.