"I realise that," Jonathan began, but then the knife moved and his gaze flicked to it immediately, his mouth going dry. As soon as it touched skin the scent of blood hit the air and Jonathan was lost to it.

His mouth opened in a snarl and he jerked his head away, fighting to hold on to his control. But as more blood spilled even that fragile attempt was gone and in a flash he disappeared and reappeared in front of her in a swirl of dark smoke and shadow, lunging for her wrist and the bright red blood there.