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she shivered at the feel of his breath warm on her skin. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
    Libby looked at his mouth and then up to meet his eyes. “Don’t…don’t bite me. Please don’t bite me.”

Chapter Five

    Ty grimaced. She definitely remembered, then. Well, hell. He’d figured as much when she’d taken off and fought like such a little wildcat when he’d caught her, but he was hoping he was wrong. No such luck. His arms tightened around her briefly before he eased her back and set her on the sofa beside him.
    He was completely out of his element here. He was probably the last person on the planet who should be trying to reassure and console a frightened female. But he had to give it a shot, or they’d never make it out alive. She wouldn’t meet his eyes, so he reached out and bumped up her chin, roughly wiping away the streaks the tears had left on her cheeks. She jerked back from him, but met his gaze, eyes narrowed and her whole body stiff and unyielding, signaling her distrust. He backed up and gave her some room, trying not to overwhelm her despite the fact that he was so much larger and physically intimidating.
    “I’m not going to bite you.” He tried to inject his voice with a comforting tone, but it came out like a growl instead.
    Her mouth trembled at his words, but she firmed it and her chin tilted up. “Again, you mean?”
    Despite their situation, he felt a pulse of admiration.
    “Again. I won’t bite you again.”
    She scooted away from him until she was pressed against the arm of the couch, her skepticism glaringly obvious. Fuck, what else could he say to her that would make her believe him? He needed her to trust him. Their very survival might depend on it.
    They sat there contemplating each other. The silence between them stretched. And stretched.
    “What are you?” The question came in a soft but resolute voice.
    The question he’d been dreading. He stood and took a couple of steps away, dragging his hands through his hair as he tried to think of what he could say to her. He turned, struggling for some possible explanation.
    “Don’t lie to me. Please. Don’t lie to me. Tell me the truth. What the hell are you?” Her voice trembled, and he knew the courage it had taken her to ask that question.
    “What do you think I am?” He decided to put the ball in her court.
    She bit her lip and her hands clenched together in her lap, but she finally whispered, “Vampire. I think you’re a vampire.”
    Ty watched her as she sat there waiting for him to confirm or deny her suspicions. Her face was pale, eyes wide and wary, and she didn’t even look like she was breathing as she waited for his reply. What the fuck. “You’re right. I am a vampire.”
    He waited for the explosion. The breath she’d been holding came out in a choking gasp. Then she was shaking her head, denying his words, contradicting her earlier statement in an instinctive denial. “You can’t be a vampire. Vampires don’t exist.” Standing up, she began to pace back and forth, listing all the reasons why he couldn’t be a vampire, and Ty knew under other circumstances he would be amused by her list, but her voice sounded more and more frantic with each word. “They’re a myth. A story to scare kids. Vlad the Impaler was really just a man with a really bad attitude. He wasn’t a vampire named Dracula. Vampires are just a stupid story. By Bram Stoker. Just a dumb work of fiction. I read it in high school. It wasn’t even that good. I can’t believe you’re lying about that. You’re just trying to scare me. Why are you trying to scare me?” That last word was almost a screech.
    He took hold of her shoulders and gave her a couple of hard shakes. “Stop it, Libby. Just stop. You’re getting hysterical. Don’t make me slap you.” Finally she shut up, and he pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her. He didn’t say anything else. Just held her there. He wasn’t going to try to convince her of