She watched as he settled down on the bed with Naya skin to skin on his chest. His hand all but covered her tiny body as he stroked her in that changeling way, bonding with her on the most elemental level. Then he purred, and Naya made a happy little sound of delight, very much a cat in her love of touch.

It’s Adria’s face I see when I think of home.

Is your skin this tone all over?" "Only one way you're going to discover the answer to that.

I will fight you endlessly if I think you're wrong but I will never judge you.

Death holds no allure for me, Elena.” The power of him cut against his skin, a cold white fire. “Not when I have yet to sate my hunger for you.

Once, he hadn't been able to touch her without causing himself pain. Now, it only hurt when he didn't touch her.

Under her palm, his heart beat strong and sure. It was such a human sound, so honest, so real.