sweep her away.
“I didn’t know what had happened to me,” she whispered, her soft light voice filled with darkness and pain. “I thought maybe they hadn’t killed me. There should have been so many bite wounds on me. I felt certain they would have fed from me, but there were none. Not a single scar.”
He felt certain they had fed from her, but after killing her, when she had already been undergoing her transition into a vampire. She had healed all the scars before waking. He hadn’t failed to notice that her neck was untouched. The alluring smooth unblemished skin had captured his gaze more than once since meeting her.
“They came to me and I saw the shock on their faces. More than that, I felt it in them. I felt their confusion and then their fear. One left and Adam came back with him. None of them understood what they were witnessing. I didn’t understand.” Eve released the bed and clenched her fists. “Adam took one look at me and accused them of going against their deal and turning me too. He killed one of the weaker vampires before turning on me and hauling me onto my feet. I tried to fight him. I cut him and it hit me. The smell of blood. I craved it with every ounce of my being. I knew then what I had become.”
And it had shaken her. He could see it in her deep brown eyes as she stared at her knees, tears lining her lashes. The sight of her so fragile, on the verge of collapse yet determined to keep going, tore at him. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to race out into the night and track down the bastard who had done this to her, or do something more startling.
Like sit on the bed and hold her.
Tor shook that desire away, not willing to probe into it or find out where it had come from.
“One of the other vampires pointed out that I had pureblood coloured eyes.” She looked up at him again, causing one of the tears to spill. It cascaded down her cheek and lingered at her jaw, a glistening dewdrop that stole all of his focus.
“Why didn’t they just kill you?” He didn’t flinch when she gasped and he sensed her horror at his question. He didn’t apologise. It was a logical progression of their conversation. “Adam wanted you dead. Why not just kill you?”
“Believe me, they want to do that now. Does that make you happy?” Her words lashed at him, bitterness making them sharp.
No. Far from it. It only increased his desire to kill Adam and every vampire that had been present at her murder.
“I had not intended to upset you. I’m trying to understand why they hadn’t carried out their original plan for you.” Tor moved to the window, shifted the pale curtain aside with the back of his right hand and stared out into the waning darkness. The call of the night was fading, a new feeling replacing it, one that warned him not to venture out. It would be dawn soon and they would be safe for a few hours, and he could figure out what they needed to do next.
“They tried to turn me to their side,” she said, her gaze on his back, roaming it and setting him on fire.
She had to stop looking at him like that. It was torture, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop her by turning to face her. He found himself savouring the way her eyes lingered on him and she took her time. She had watched him in the shower too, taking in every inch of him. He couldn’t remember a woman looking at him the way Eve did, as if she wanted to memorise everything about his body, but not just so she could call up a static image of him. No, she studied him in depth, as if she wanted to be able to construct him in detail in her mind, to make him move, every part of him responding as it would in real life.
Her eyes drifted lower, settling on his backside.
Tor did turn to look at her this time.
Her gaze darted to the carpet at his feet.
What was she doing? He had tried to spell things out to her. She was a mission and no matter how she looked at him, how her gaze devoured every inch of him, he couldn’t allow
“I didn’t know what had happened to me,” she whispered, her soft light voice filled with darkness and pain. “I thought maybe they hadn’t killed me. There should have been so many bite wounds on me. I felt certain they would have fed from me, but there were none. Not a single scar.”
He felt certain they had fed from her, but after killing her, when she had already been undergoing her transition into a vampire. She had healed all the scars before waking. He hadn’t failed to notice that her neck was untouched. The alluring smooth unblemished skin had captured his gaze more than once since meeting her.
“They came to me and I saw the shock on their faces. More than that, I felt it in them. I felt their confusion and then their fear. One left and Adam came back with him. None of them understood what they were witnessing. I didn’t understand.” Eve released the bed and clenched her fists. “Adam took one look at me and accused them of going against their deal and turning me too. He killed one of the weaker vampires before turning on me and hauling me onto my feet. I tried to fight him. I cut him and it hit me. The smell of blood. I craved it with every ounce of my being. I knew then what I had become.”
And it had shaken her. He could see it in her deep brown eyes as she stared at her knees, tears lining her lashes. The sight of her so fragile, on the verge of collapse yet determined to keep going, tore at him. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to race out into the night and track down the bastard who had done this to her, or do something more startling.
Like sit on the bed and hold her.
Tor shook that desire away, not willing to probe into it or find out where it had come from.
“One of the other vampires pointed out that I had pureblood coloured eyes.” She looked up at him again, causing one of the tears to spill. It cascaded down her cheek and lingered at her jaw, a glistening dewdrop that stole all of his focus.
“Why didn’t they just kill you?” He didn’t flinch when she gasped and he sensed her horror at his question. He didn’t apologise. It was a logical progression of their conversation. “Adam wanted you dead. Why not just kill you?”
“Believe me, they want to do that now. Does that make you happy?” Her words lashed at him, bitterness making them sharp.
No. Far from it. It only increased his desire to kill Adam and every vampire that had been present at her murder.
“I had not intended to upset you. I’m trying to understand why they hadn’t carried out their original plan for you.” Tor moved to the window, shifted the pale curtain aside with the back of his right hand and stared out into the waning darkness. The call of the night was fading, a new feeling replacing it, one that warned him not to venture out. It would be dawn soon and they would be safe for a few hours, and he could figure out what they needed to do next.
“They tried to turn me to their side,” she said, her gaze on his back, roaming it and setting him on fire.
She had to stop looking at him like that. It was torture, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop her by turning to face her. He found himself savouring the way her eyes lingered on him and she took her time. She had watched him in the shower too, taking in every inch of him. He couldn’t remember a woman looking at him the way Eve did, as if she wanted to memorise everything about his body, but not just so she could call up a static image of him. No, she studied him in depth, as if she wanted to be able to construct him in detail in her mind, to make him move, every part of him responding as it would in real life.
Her eyes drifted lower, settling on his backside.
Tor did turn to look at her this time.
Her gaze darted to the carpet at his feet.
What was she doing? He had tried to spell things out to her. She was a mission and no matter how she looked at him, how her gaze devoured every inch of him, he couldn’t allow
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