Chapter 5 - PriscusBjorn Tremayne's muscles relaxed as he stepped out into the hallway. His fangs retracted. Leaning against the wall, fingers to the bridge of his nose, he squeezed his eyes shut. He let out his held breath in one exasperated sigh.
What the hell's wrong with me? Sabrina's scent had been ingrained on his psyche some weeks back. He knew what she would taste like, because he had tasted her. More than once. Her blood, far and beyond any other blood he had ever tasted, was like drinking the hardest substance he'd ever known as a human, and that was one hell of a high.
He remembered the first time when he had gotten her to his secret place, and seduced her into his bed. At the time he had no idea what he would find out about her—he didn't believe she could be the sibyl. He had
