C365 THE SCREAM

"Look at me, Aria. Only me," the Prince murmured. His voice was a low vibration that seemed to travel from his lips directly into her marrow. He was no longer the broken boy from the tunnels. The amber in his eyes had deepened into something molten, a furnace of life that pulled at her like the tide.

Aria tilted her head back. She didn't feel afraid. As his teeth pressed against her pulse