The declaration trembled with the rawness of a wound torn open after ages spent quietly bleeding beneath the surface.
He wanted her. Not in the distant, aching way he had yearned while imprisoned in stone-silence and centuries of sleep, but with a living, breathing hunger that roared through him like wildfire. His heart, his ancient, wearied, and starved heart, filled with a greed that startled even him.
He was a demigod. A being carved from flame and divinity. Who, truly, was left in existence with the power to stop him? And what was greed to a demigod in love? What commandments of heaven or earth had ever managed to tame such a force?
