There was nobody around, so he pulled her into a tight hug and inhaled her. Lifted her chin and kissed her softly. He couldn’t help but be touched by the way she worried. Also, he was constantly turned on by her new-found possessiveness. And since last night, nauseous after witnessing that hideous display in her dream. He suddenly felt like strangling her. Love, hate, passion, hate, arousal, love, hate, it was exhausting. She was poison. The kind that killed you slowly. He had meant what he said earlier, about the Draught of Pleasure. That’s what she was. That’s what they both were. Ecstasy and torture.