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gums. Malachi would have cheerfully taken the pain of the whip over this, had he any choice.
    By the time the cloak of sleep lifted, he was half mad from pain, from hunger and from fury.
    And she was there. Shoving off the cave floor, Malachi stared at her. Rage was a living, breathing monster in him and as he glared at the demon, the rage became him. He felt something rip through his gums. Blood flooded his mouth. Reaching up, he touched his fingers to his lip and felt a weird bulge there. Opening his mouth, he probed at his teeth. No—they were no longer teeth.
    Fangs. He had wicked fangs in his mouth, just like a wild animal.
    Just like her.
    “What have you done to me?” he growled.
    She sighed and as he watched, tears rolled down her ivory cheeks. “What I had to. As you must do what you have to.”
    She stood before him with her head lowered as Malachi moved closer. He waited for her to run, but she never moved.
    He wanted to feel her neck snap beneath his hands. Could almost feel it. But she did not run, did not flinch. Did not even move as he reached up and closed one hand around her delicate skin. Under his fingers, he could feel the slow pulse of her heart, the thrum of blood rushing through her veins. He could imagine tightening his grasp, squeezing her neck, feeling bones break.
    But she stood there, shivering, terrified—and waiting. Like she knew what he planned to do.
    With a snarl, Malachi tore away and dashed out of the cave.
    In the depth of the woods, he scented game. It was like a perfume in his nostrils, getting more and more powerful as he drew closer. His mouth watered and there was a throbbing along his gums.
    The fangs—they were throbbing, pulsating.  And as he drew closer to the animal, that pulsating grew worse.
    Just in front of him, he saw the deer, a huge buck with a wide spread of antlers.
    Conscious thought seemed to stop. Malachi knew only the hunger and the prey. It took only a matter of heartbeats to take the buck down and it was not until he had sated the burning hunger in his gut that he realized what he had done.
    Killed an animal. With his own hands. And drank from it. Even now, the hot salty taste of blood burned in his mouth and he felt almost drunk from the sensation.
    Then nauseated.
    As the full reality of what he had done struck him, Malachi was overcome with the need to vomit, to empty his guts out onto the ground and try to purge himself.
    It will not help.
    The soft voice whispered into his mind and he snarled at the invasion. “Can you not leave me in peace even in my own damned head?” he demanded as the woman started to murmur to him.
    She was not close. Somehow, he knew that. He thought he could even sense her, faintly. Back in the cave, right where he had left her.
    Why do you not kill me and be done with it? she asked.
    Malachi shoved away from the dead deer, his legs wobbling a little, his head spinning. Leaning against a tree, he whispered, “Just leave me in peace, demon. Have you not done enough?”
    She sighed. He could almost feel it, like a ripple against his skin. I wish I could make you understand. I did what I had to.
    “Just leave me be.”
     
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    She left him in peace.
    But still, Malachi felt bound to her. Trapped.
    Even in his dreams, the sensation haunted him.
    When the dream first started, he had welcomed it, but the relief was short lived. Even here, he could not truly escape what had become of his life.
    He covered his dream lady’s body, as he pierced the soft, wet folds of her sex. Mal took her roughly, urgency, hunger and desperation fueling him.  He came inside her, once, twice, bringing her to peak over and over until her screams turned hoarse and her hands slid from his shoulders to rest limply at her sides.
    “You’re unhappy,” she murmured to him as he finally pulled away. He lay on his back, staring up at the darkness as she cuddled to his side.
    Malachi snorted. “It is a bit more than that. I have not even the