Chapter Eighty-One
When he didn’t kiss her, she opened her eyes and frowned at him. The hunger that she saw in his eyes took her breath away. She watched as his eyes flickered back and forth between his normal violet and the gold of his demon.
Abby felt her breath catch in her throat at the beauty of the vampire in front of her. The high angles of his cheekbones, his aquiline nose, the way the dark strands of his normally combed back hair fell over his forehead as he looked at her. The way the muscle in his jaw flexed, his eyes closed and she took in the tension in his body. Owen was fighting with himself and she could see it clearly.
Her fingers shook as she lifted her hand up, getting ready to touch him. To soothe away his worry that he would hurt her. She trusted him, trusted that he
