Bitten affection

Previously

…She would fight for her dawn, even if it meant walking through the deepest, darkest night imaginable. She would find a way to break his hold, not by mirroring his darkness, but by embracing the light that had always resided within her, a light that even Lucian, in his ancient, shadowed existence, had not been able to extinguish. A whisper of wind rustled the leaves of the potted jasmine, carrying with it a faint, familiar scent. Jillian’s eyes snapped open. The air crackled with an unseen energy, a silent challenge hurled across the distance. He knew. He always knew. A slow, determined smile touched her lips. Let him come. She was ready. The fight for her dawn had begun.