Christine Feehan Quote

He stood over his fallen enemy, fighting to control the beast in himself, the wild surge of triumph, the addicting rush of power that shook his body. He felt none of his earlier wounds, only sheer joy in the night, in his victory.The wildness in him grew dangerously, spread like molten fire. The wind whipped up and carried a scent. Mikhail’s blood surged hotly; his fangs ached, and hunger grew. He scented the humans, the one that had touched his lifemate. Bloodlust shook him, and the Carpathians stepped farther back as the power seemed to radiate from Mikhail’s body, as the need to kill nearly overwhelmed him.The wind swirled around him in a constant eddy, and Raven’s scent remained elusive and faint. His body clenched, burned. The wind whispered her name, and the turbulent storm raging in him began to ease.Mikhail’s mind reached for the light, the path back from the world of violence. Destroy every evidence of this thing, he snapped tersely, to no one in particular.He moved with blinding speed back inside the ruins of the vampire’s lair, materialized out of thin air, and loomed over Monique, who was holding Raven’s lifeless body in her arms, rocking her.