Excerpt from Day's Light
“He’s
my mate.”
“Oh,
fucking fuck,” Brax wheezed.
“What’s
a—” Mark screamed. Flat out screamed—and lost his train of thought, along with
his dignity—when the blond-headed god’s eyes suddenly turned yellow. Yellow.
Just like the assholes who killed his parents.
But
those eyes were nothing compared to the sudden mouthful of really pointed fangs
coming at him. They clamped onto where his shoulder and neck met. Agony, unlike anything he’d ever felt, made him forget about the unrelenting burn in his gut. He screamed again, yelling bloody blue murder because that shit hurt. He
struggled, not that it did any good.
Mark
moaned, panting through his
mouth as he waited for… he had no idea what. To finish dying? Then a cooling
sensation started at the bite site. It slowly spread outward. The pain receded,
and his muscles relaxed.
Finally the blond god lifted his head. His fangs
were still showing, his eyes were still that awful yellow, and his mouth was
smeared with blood. The encroaching darkness washed over him
just as he swung at whatever the hell it was that took bite out of him.
