"I know just what you're thinking," he said to her, his voice low. "Your head is screaming at you two conflicting things. The first is that you can't help but find yourself drawn in like a moth to the flame. Wanting, needing." "And the other?" she replied. She gasped as grasped her by the hair, jerking her head back and growling in her ear. "Run." Original Work By: Echo The Faerie