Chapter 8 Crabing For Him

• In my bedroom, Saint closed the door behind him, sealing out the world. My body shivered violently, battling the combination of lust and bloodlust, which to our kind, was harder to do when both were present. We were savages derived from Viking bloodlines.
• "Strip," Saint ordered, forcing my head to whip in his direction.
• "You want me to sit at your feet too? You best be offering me some treats if you expect me to do tricks." His eyes sparkled as he moved toward me, his body pulsing, still bathed in the blood of my father and Carlson. I was covered in it, too, my mouth caked in the blood from my father's heart.