Page 19 of The Earl's Inconvenient Houseguest

Tasted blood.

His blood. Not good.

Not good!

Rafe tried to move. Tried to fight. Tried to think.

Tried to breathe.

But nothing happened.

Then the fire and the noise, the chaos and the pain, seemed to float away around him. The world contracted to a pinprick.

Until even that went black.