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answer. She wouldn’t falter.
    “Have you ever been with a human before?”
    He nodded.
    “Did you hurt her?”
    “No.”
    He resumed pacing the room, his trouble obvious. His dread for what could happen to Liv hardly disguised.
    “So why would you hurt me?”
    “Those women were different from you. They were just women I had sex with, and I never felt compelled to be with them. Well, not like with you. If I did, I’d have sent them away. I always assumed women to be the same, but I was wrong. You’re special. You are the Bringer of Death.”
    “Do you think I could kill you?”
    Palms up, Rogan shrugged. “If our ancient legend is to be believed, your touch is lethal. I guess you could.”
    There they were again, back to his obsession with a ridiculous Bringer of Death. So far and in spite of their touching each other, Liv hadn’t killed him. As a matter of fact, she had saved him.
    “How come I healed you then?”
    “I’m not sure but I believe it’s because your blood is pure. You’re one of a kind.”
    Eyebrows raised, curiosity piqued, Liv sat up, sheet tightly tucked under her armpits.
    “For real?”
    “Never mind that.” He dismissed her question with a quick wave. “Your touch isn’t what I’m wary of.”
    Liv tensed. Watching his dark brows and stiff body, she had the sudden, uncanny feeling that what was coming would shatter her dreams, her illusions, possibly her life.
    “I’m listening.”
    “Are you sure you really want to know?”
    “I’m listening,” she insisted. If she had told him she was an alien god masquerading as a woman, he wouldn’t have looked more disheartened.
    He complied. “Suit yourself.” Rogan sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes were mesmerising, golden freckles shining in black liquid.
    “It’s powerful, it’s compelling, and it’s irresistible. It’s a violent impulse we cannot fight. Twice with you I’ve tried to restrain it, but it’s much stronger than I am. Twice I have failed.”
    He extended a finger to her face, the simple gesture bringing into play the sleek muscles of his shoulders and arms. “You are so beautiful, so adorable. I know full well you’re my doom, and I don’t care.”
    His thumb touched her lower lip, his eyes fixed on her. As if he couldn’t be stopped, the words flowed out of his mouth. “I want to take you in my arms, to kiss you long and hard, to touch you like you’ve never been touched, to give you the pleasure I feel running in your veins. If only I could do all those things, I don’t give a damn what befalls me. But I swear I will never harm you.”
    Listening to the rise of his tone, Liv sensed the time for revelation had caught up with her. Although caution should have been foremost in her mind, she was hooked on his every word.
    “In the heat of passion, vampires bite each other.”
    It came back to Liv in a rush. When she had whispered his name, when she had almost asked him to take her, he had sunk his head against her neck. And she had felt two pin-pricks on her skin.
    Those had been his fangs.

Chapter Eight
     
     
     
    Liv slept for the better part of the afternoon. Stunned by Rogan’s revelation, she had needed time to absorb it. She had dressed and gone out for a bit of fresh air before coming back to nibble at some sandwiches and snacks from the vending machine. Afterwards in the stuffy, dark, tightly sealed motel room, they had both fallen asleep.
    When she woke up, the day had to be kissed goodbye. Rogan sat in the single armchair, watching her, awake, alert, and handsome beyond belief. Liv straightened up and placed a pillow behind her head. Despite everything that had gone on, sleep had rested her mind and body.
    “What time is it?”
    “There’s still an hour till sunset.”
    Good. A full hour should be sufficient to hear the rest of the story. Rogan hadn’t yet told the whole tale, but would the end upset her as much as the beginning? Time to listen and see.
    “Tell me about your