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words to explain what has happened.”
    For a moment, she said nothing. Then her hand started to stroke him across his chest, the touch gentle, as though she wished to soothe him. “I know what’s been going on, Mal. There’s very little about you that I don’t know.”
    “You know,” he said slowly. He sat up, pulling away from her warm, soft curves. Malachi closed his eyes against the dark foggy world that surrounded them.
    “Yes. I know. Even before she found you, I knew something would change for you, and soon.”
    “A warning might have been nice,” he muttered.
    “Why? So you could laugh it off? Or ignore me? Or worse…try to leave? She needed you. This is your destiny, Mal. It was what was meant to happen.”
    His destiny—that was a bitter joke. He was destined to spend his life by draining away the lifeblood of others? “Destiny? I was born to become this?” he snarled. He reached up and touched the tip of one fang and it sliced open the flesh of his finger. “To become an animal?”
    “You aren’t an animal. You are destined to save others. To protect them. You are a warrior—she sees this. I can see it. Every one can, except for you.”
    “How can you see anything? You do not truly see me,” Malachi growled, trying to pull away from the smooth, strong arms that held him. “As I do not truly see you. We are nothing to each other, save for these dreams.”
    For a moment, she was silent. Then she finally said, “You are everything to me. I cannot control these things, Mal. I am controlled by fate and destiny as surely as you are. Even as your sire is. She did not choose you randomly. She was guided to you.”
    More talk of destiny and fate—impotent rage coursed through him and he pulled away from her. “How do you know so much of her? Do you watch us from wherever you are? Are you the witch that led her to me?” Malachi demanded.
    His body ached at the separation and his cock jerked, throbbing like a bad tooth. The need to cover her once more and sink his length inside of her was overwhelming. Even stronger than that damnable hunger that plagued him.
    She was silent and for once, he thought he might get some kind of true answer from her. When she stayed silent, he taunted, “Can you see us? How can you see? What do you see? Did you see the first night she bit me? Drunk as I was, I remember little. Can you help me remember?”
    She sighed shakily and Mal felt ashamed. He had hurt her.
    Whether this woman was real or just a product of his own lonely needs, he did not know. But her pain felt terribly real. Turning, he tried to go back to her, but she pulled away. There was a soft sound in the air, almost like a sob, and then she was gone.
    Without her to hold him locked in the dreams any more, he woke. And stalked from the cave without even glancing at the petite blonde woman who was responsible for what he had become.
    Nearly two days and nights had passed since he had awoken from that painful fevered sleep. Two nights in which he had hunted down wild game in the forest and fed from them once more. He had not killed another animal, though. Just that first one. The other creatures, a wolf and several rabbits, he had just fed enough to ease the hunger, never sating it.
    The hunger was enough to drive a man insane. Or whatever in the hell he had become. He sat brooding, perched on a tree limb, close enough to see the mouth of the small cave. She was in there.
    She…Alys. Her name was Alys. He had just learned that a little while ago when he had been trying to block her out again. She had been chastising him for not feeding. You cannot continue like this, she had said.
    “What in the hell do you know about what I am doing or not, demon?”
    I am not a demon—just a woman. I…my name is Alys. There was loneliness in her voice. But he refused to yield to it.
    Even if he did feel the echo of such a loneliness deep in his soul.
    Another spasm of hunger clawed at his gut. Malachi clenched his teeth