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He tensed as he heard someone slip into his room. The fact that the scent he picked up was Sophie’s did not ease his tension at all. This was a very bad time for her to come to his bedchamber. He listened to her take a few hesitant steps toward him, then stop. Slowly, he took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he savored her scent.

Another scent tantalized him, and he grew so tense his muscles ached as he opened his eyes to stare blindly out the window. Sophie smelled of desire. Alpin hastily finished his drink, but it satisfied only one hunger. There was another now raging inside of him, fed by the hint of feminine musk. He breathed it in, opening his mouth slightly to enhance his ability, and the blood began to pound in his veins.

“Go away, Sophie,” he said. “ ’Tisnae a good time for ye to be near me.”

“I felt ye return,” she said, taking another step toward him. “I wished to see that ye had come to no harm.”

“I am still alive, if ye can call this living.”

She sighed, but decided not to try to dispute his words this time. “I felt—”

“What? The beastie in me? The ferocity? The bloodlust? Or,” he looked at her over his shoulder, “just the lust?”

Sophie shook her head. “I felt that ye needed me, but, mayhap, that was just vanity.”

He turned to look at her more fully. “Nay, not vain. I do need ye, but I willnae allow myself to feed that hunger…”

From “The Yearning” by Hannah Howell