The next morning, Rory was awakened by a faint tickling sensation on her face.
Still half asleep, she frowned and instinctively lifted a hand to brush away whatever was disturbing her rest, only for her wrist to be caught midway.
A warm, soft kiss landed gently on her lips.
"Vincent, stop it..."
Rory mumbled in dissatisfaction and tried to push away the person beside her.
They had stayed up far too late the night before, and she was still exhausted. All she wanted was a little more sleep.
The moment the words left her mouth, however, the person holding her not only refused to let go but tightened their grip around her wrist.
"Mmph..."
Before Rory could react, she was pulled into a fierce kiss.
The cool scent surrounding him instantly overwhelmed her senses, stealing every breath and leaving her feeling as though she were being completely consumed.
Xarion?
Rory's eyes snapped open.
She found herself staring directly into a pair of silver-gray eyes.
