A pale, bruised gold light filtered through the shattered windows of the Master Suite, illuminating the beautiful catastrophe of the night before. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light, settling on the piles of melted gold-leaf and the shards of obsidian glass that covered the floor like black diamonds. The air was cool now, the scent of ozone and burnt electronics replaced by the heavy, sweet fragrance of the ocean and the lingering, metallic musk of our combined frequencies.
I stared at Kaelen, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I thought about those sounds I had heard on the floor, the deep, rhythmic groans I had attributed to the "high" of the blood. I thought about the way his body had locked up, the way his hips had jolted beneath me while he was buried in my neck.
