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“The morning dawned, cool and grey as the sun slowly snuck over the rooftops, slowly lighting the room in a blue haze. Sera stirred as the light brushed her face, prying her eyes open as she pulled herself slowly out of a dream. Against the window stood Clem, shimmering silver and pearlescent in the morning light, watching Sera sleep with an odd expression on her face. “I am still here,” the ghost said. “You’re still here,” the girl replied.”

“The first thing I feel is heat. Her lips are thin but soft, and extremely eager. As I part my mouth and move against her, I can tell she’s being careful to keep her sharp teeth behind her lips. I twist my hand in her mane, pulling her closer. I’m not fragile—I can take a little bite if she’s willing to give it to me.”

“Electricity sparked on Cassius’s flesh. His entire body focused on where Morgan was touching him. “What are you doing?” he whispered. Morgan’s pupils dilated as Cassius’s breath washed across his skin. “What I’ve yearned to do since the moment I laid eyes on you. Kiss you.”

“Blood thrummed heavily in Cassius’s veins, lust a tight ball growing in his belly. Morgan’s gaze dropped to Cassius’s mouth. “Tell me if you don’t want this.” Cassius hesitated. He couldn’t deny that he craved Morgan’s kiss just as badly. He parted his lips slightly. Desire darkened Morgan’s eyes at the silent invitation. He clasped Cassius’s cheeks in his hands, angled his face, and took his mouth fiercely. Oh God.”

“You’ve added another favor on your tab,” Czeha says, “and I’m not one to go into the negatives—I owe you.” “Oh no,” I say as I lift my hands and wave them modestly, “not at all. I really am happy to help.” “Stopping a mage from wrecking the tavern, cleaning up after a fight, and heck—you didn’t even get to drink that whiskey of yours, did you?” “I suspect it might be on the floor by now.” I shrug playfully. “A shame, after such a great show pouring it. Although,” I hurry to add, “I’ll still pay for what I ordered, of course!” “You’re kidding.” Czeha laughs. It’s a fun sound that has an exciting bite to it, almost as if it’s bordering on a bark. But it’s full of warmth in a way that sends a tendril of heat through me. “The tavern’s in your debt. And even if that wasn’t the case, I’m not gonna charge you for something you didn’t get to drink. Here.”