Past-Death snatched Deidre's arm and yanked her to the side for him to see the tattoo.
Deidre's hand went to her neck, where Darkyn had placed a slender collar.
He pulled away, and Deidre's eyes fluttered open.
Deidre's heart was flying at his nearness.
Deidre's quick breathing was loud in her ears.
Deidre's mouth almost fell open.
Deidre's breathing was ragged as she tried to process what she was about to do.
Deidre's hand dropped from his chest.
Deidre's despair began to form a new, along with tears.
Deidre's heart beat hard.
He took Deidre's arm and pulled her against him, rubbing his hips against her backside.
Deidre's eyes drifted to Darkyn in a sense of longing.
Deidre's body grew warm from the inside out as he nuzzled her neck, preparing to bite her.
Seeing them together made Deidre's chest ache.
Deidre's eyes misted over.
Deidre's heart felt like it was breaking.
He knew there was a soul in the tumor in human-Deidre's head.
Being dead-dead was pleasant, though she'd tried to pay as much attention as possible to the world outside of human-Deidre's head.
Deidre's gaze was caught by the bank of windows lining one side of the penthouse.
It was the second strongest memory in human-Deidre's mind, the day when both of their lives changed.
The strongest memory in human-Deidre's mind: the moment she realized she'd made a deal with the Dark One, when his fangs had pierced her body.
She finished everything and returned to her bedroom, going through the rest of human-Deidre's morning routine.
They reached the food section, and Deidre's attention shifted to the source of the scents.
They continued, and Deidre's attention went to a small shop behind the tents, from which incense drifted.
Cora dropped to her knees beside her and pressed Deidre's hand back to her neck.
Deidre's eyelids fluttered open.
Deidre's heart flip-flopped at Gabriel's husky baritone.
Deidre's careful story didn't even make it to her tongue.
They'd sat for hours, until human-Deidre's distress faded and turned first to disbelief then hope then resolve.
He initially suspected the soul in Deidre's tumor was what Darkyn sought.
Wynn was a brilliant surgeon, the only person Gabriel knew to bring in and evaluate Deidre's claim that she was healed.
With some dread, he returned to Deidre's apartment.
Deidre's tears burned through his shirt to his skin, and he couldn't dismiss the expression on her face from his thoughts.
One minute, Dr. Wynn was headed back towards Deidre's exam room.
Fate dropped him in front of the door to Deidre's exam room, a twisting of the knife in his heart.
Startled, Deidre's gaze went from the muscular legs to his face.
A few hours had passed since he left Deidre's bed this morning; it was early afternoon in the mortal realm.
Deidre's insides were cold.