“The attraction is one-sided, I’m afraid. You’re fun as a ghost, but too different as a vampire for me to consider giving myself that way.”
Tristan chuckled, as if he knew better. “You fear me in this guise, do you? It’s that spark of terror that makes blood sharing so intense. It’s the ultimate submission, Brandilynn.”
I wanted to run, but I feared he might chase me. “You’re freaking me out, Tristan.”
“Of course I am. Hunger makes a man a little more on edge, and I. Am. Always. Hungry.” He said that last with emphasis, low in my ear.
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