Darkyn's growl made her blood run cold.
Deidre closed her eyes as Darkyn's arm snaked out to grab her neck.
Instead of Gabriel's warm energy, this one was Darkyn's cool energy, the soul-deep connection to a demon horrifying her.
It was probably just Darkyn's magic, which he used to kill the demons.
Just under six feet tall, wide-shouldered and lean, Darkyn's youthful appearance was framed by short, dark hair.
Comforted by Fate's words, Deidre obeyed Darkyn's order with trepidation but no hesitation, assuming he meant to drink from her again.
She swallowed hard, willing herself to remember that she was meant for Gabriel, even if it was Darkyn's name on her back.
Gabriel's body was built for power; Darkyn's was crafted for agility.
What would it be like to run her hands over Darkyn's lean frame the way she had Gabriel's, to feel his sharp teeth nip the delicate skin of her inner thighs and breasts?
They are the only ones, Darkyn's growl was unusually soft, almost a purr.
This was too similar to what she physically felt towards Gabriel to be anything other than the Immortal bond that branded Darkyn's name across her shoulders.
Darkyn's hand rested on her hip.
Darkyn's intentions were the opposite.
No part of her was willing to risk an encounter with Darkyn's other form.
She remembered touching Darkyn's chest and feeling aroused by the idea of his hands on her.
Darkyn's assertions about her destiny being with him left her in a foul mood.
Gabriel had been, and she was furious at herself for not taking him more seriously and for choosing to accept Darkyn's deal instead of taking a chance with Gabriel.
Darkyn's amusement at the deal made her shudder.
She wore the metal collar that marked her as Darkyn's food source.
Darkyn's hands were clasped behind his back.
There had to be a catch with Darkyn's deal.
Both displayed Darkyn's name.
Darkyn's tongue flickered out to catch the drop of blood from the corner of his mouth.
Darkyn's dark eyes glowed.
The light of challenge was in Darkyn's eyes.
Deidre almost cringed at the thought of leaving the chamber after her first venture out that landed her not only in trouble but also in Darkyn's bed.
He was on the Council until shortly after I died-dead, after which he betrayed the Immortals to work for the Dark One, Darkyn's predecessor.
Darkyn's daughter appeared frail and gaunt, her skin a shade or two darker than the white pillow beneath her head.
The sight of Darkyn's lean frame was enough for her blood to heat before his piercing gaze caught hers from across the room.
The slow smile she distrusted spread across Darkyn's face.
It was the opposite of Darkyn's, whose was subtle and calming.
You reek of Darkyn's power.
Darkyn's been relentless in pursuing me.
The cunning look on Darkyn's face did nothing to reassure her.
Darkyn's dark gaze was on her, not the dealer.
She was expecting to see some gruesome scene like that in the second bedroom caused by Darkyn's demons a week ago or what he'd done to his own demons who tried to drink her blood in Hell.
His dark eyes swept over her, lingering at her neck, where her wound had healed with Darkyn's power.
Darkyn's eyes were on Gabriel.
She didn't move from Darkyn's body.
A slow smile spread across Darkyn's face.
Should it matter that she was Darkyn's daughter?
Darkyn's first few lessons returned to her.
Darkyn's shared sense warned her.
Darkyn's bond has given you insight.
We stopped Darkyn's demons from massacring the kids.
Darkyn's frame was rigid and his growl loud.
Darkyn's arm slid around her when the portal closed behind Gabriel.
The strange calm she felt around Zamon remained, and she recalled more clearly Darkyn's words about how the original Dark One lured in his prey.
"You're Darkyn's father," she said, surprised.
Darkyn's assertion that demons didn't have emotions almost seemed true.