Chapter 22

• He pressed a tender kiss upon her forehead. "It is the delirium speaking, Merl. You love your bondmate, and you do not wish to hurt him that way."
• "No, no, I want you. Henry knows that I am your bloodhost. He understands and accepts what it means," she protested.
• "But you will hate yourself after the hunger is sated. It is not acceptable, my dear," his voice was strained, but he pulled away. "We need to resist the pull. But I will help you."