Chapter

Twelve

Jericho

Something was wrong. The rushing pulse in my ears sent panic stealing through me. What was happening to me? My heart hadn’t beat since the night I was killed and changed irrevocably. Was this hunger? Was it her pulse I was feeling, hearing? It had to be.

Blood swirled in the bowl of the sink, the rich crimson contrasting starkly with the white porcelain. Hunger twisted my gut, burned through my body, made me close my eyes and will away the need to taste Asher’s essence. I had to get clean. Get her off me. If only so I could keep my wits about me and stop...