Tempted

rich complexity, its absolute difference from anything she’d ever experienced.
    She heard him hiss, and the hand that had been on the back of her neck guiding her to his arm, tightened its grip on her. Stevie Rae moaned. Drinking from the Raven Mocker couldn’t be a sexual experience, but it wasn’t exactly
not
a sexual experience, either. Stevie Rae had the fleeting thought that she wished she’d had some kind of experiencewith guys—other than making out with Dallas in the dark—’cause she didn’t know what to think of all the stuff that was going through her mind and surging through her body. It felt good, all hot and tingly and powerful, but nothing like Dallas had made her feel.
    She liked it, though. And there, for that heartbeat of a moment, Stevie Rae forgot that Rephaim was a mixture of immortal and beast, created from violence and lust. For that instant, she only knew the pleasure of his touch and the strength of his blood.
    That was when her Imprint with Aphrodite shattered, and Stevie Rae, the first red vampyre High Priestess of Nyx, Imprinted with Rephaim, the favorite son of a fallen immortal.
    That was also when she broke his grip on her head and pulled away from him. Neither of them said anything. The silence of their small, earthen room was filled only by the sounds of both of them gasping for breath.
    “Earth, I need you again,” Stevie Rae spoke into the darkness. Her voice sounded normal again. Her body hurt. She could feel her burns and the rawness of her skin, but Rephaim’s blood had allowed her to begin to heal, and she understood all too well that she had been on the verge of dying.
    Earth came to her, filling their space with the scents of a springtime meadow. Stevie Rae pointed up, to a spot as far from herself as she could get. “Open just a crack over there—enough to let in light, but not enough to burn me.”
    Her element complied. The ground above them shivered, dirt raining down as it split, letting in a tiny crack of daylight.
    Stevie Rae’s eyes adapted almost instantly, so she watched Rephaim blink in surprise as he tried to accustom himself to the sudden light. He was sitting close to her. He looked terrible—bloody and bruised. His broken wing had come completely loose from the towel bandage she’d fashioned for him and it lay helplessly down his back. She knew the instant his vision had cleared. Those human eyes, tinged with scarlet, found hers.
    “Your wing’s messed up again,” she said.
    He grunted, and she figured that was his guy word for agreeing with her.
    “I better fix it again.” She started to get up and his lifted hand stopped her.
    “You shouldn’t move. You should just rest against your earth and regain your strength.”
    “No, it’s okay. I’m not one hundred percent, but I’m lots better.” She hesitated and then added, “Can’t you tell that?”
    “Why would I—” The Raven Mocker’s words ended abruptly. Stevie Rae watched his eyes widen with understanding. “How is it possible?” he said.
    “I dunno,” she said, getting up and beginning to unwind the messed-up strips of towels from around him. “I wouldn’t think it’d be possible. But, well, here we are, and here
it
is.”
    “An Imprint,” he said.
    “Between us,” she said.
    Then neither of them said anything.
    When she had the tangled mess of bandages straightened out, she told him, “Okay, I’m gonna set your wing back like I had it and re-wrap it. It’s gonna hurt again. Sorry. Of course this time it’ll hurt me, too.”
    “Truly?” he said.
    “Yeah, well, I kinda know how these Imprint things work, being as I used to have a human Imprinted to me. She knew all sorts of stuff about me. Now I’m Imprinted to you, so it stands to reason that I’ll be knowing stuff about you, which includes when you’re in excruciating pain.”
    “Are you still Imprinted to her?”
    Stevie Rae shook her head. “Nope, it’s gone, which, I’m sure, will tickle her pink.”
    “Tickle pink?”
    “Just an expression my mama used to use. It means she’ll be happy we’re not Imprinted anymore.”
    “And you? What are you?”
    Stevie Rae looked into his eyes and answered honestly. “I’m totally confused about us, but not sorry at all that I’m not Imprinted with Aphrodite anymore. Now, hold still and let me get this over with.” Rephaim stayed perfectly still while Stevie Rae reset his wing.It was she who did the gasping and made the painful exclamations. She who