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me.”
     
    His words should have been enough to frighten me and yet I was oddly amused by him. Shaki ng my head, a smirk firmly in place , I exaggerated a bored sigh and brushed past him.
     
    “ Your name,” he called out behind me.
     
    “ What do you want to know it for?” I wasn't fond of games and he seemed to be playing a big one that evening.
     
    “ So I know what to call you when we make love.”
     
    I whirled around, my eyes dancing with anger. “And what makes you think I'd allow you in my bed?”
     
    “ What makes you think I'd wait for permission?” he countered.
     
    “ You're quite annoying, you know that?”
     
    “ You only find me annoying because you want to know what I feel like buried between your thighs.”
     
    I don’t know what came over me as I flew at him, not in rage , but in a need to let him know that he'd been correct in his assumption. I did want to know how it felt to writhe in e c sta s y beneath him. I wanted it so much it scared me. I ached to feel his tongue on the most sacred part of my body, to hear him moan my name as he reached his release. And I hated myself and him for all of those desires because he was not the man I so desperately wanted him to be.
     
    He caught me in an embrace that left me shaken and trembling. His lips crushed against mine and I lost all train of thought or propriety. Good girls didn't do what I was doing , but I'd given up that charade centuries before.
     
    We left the ball after I sought out Star to let her know I'd found some entertainment for the night and headed back to his penthouse apartment on the Rue de la Seine in the heart of Paris. The city was aglow from the candles that decorated the shops for the coming holiday. Everything seemed perfect that evening.
     
    But as you've learned by now, nothing ever worked out the way I intended.
     
    I spent the night in his bed teaching him the secrets of my body and learning his . We fed from one another, taking what we needed from the other as only two beings like us could. By the time the sun arose and we sought shelter in his coffin we were both bloodied and bruised.
     
    Sometimes , being unbreakable has its advantages and that night was one of them. As I curled up against his chest, I ignored the voice in my head telling me that this was more than just a one night stand. This vampire known as Draven had captivated me and I was more than willing to see just how long it could last.
     
    Weeks flew by and Draven and I grew closer. He was kind and gentle and I appreciated the difference from Kieran. He got along famously with Star and we all stuck together as the season of Christmas drew closer but there was always that nagging little voice that reminded me that he wasn’t the man I truly loved . Every morning, just be before dawn broke, I’d look at Draven as he fell into his death slumber and I’d tell myself that I had to let go of fantasy and start living reality.
     
    Within a few nights Star and I had decided to stay in Paris for the holiday and we were thrilled at the influx of humans that filled the city each day. It was a veritable playground for vampires and we easily fed anytime we chose. It was a nice change of pace to be able to be full and strong. There were times back then that we wouldn't feed for weeks or even months at times unless we fed on the animals around us. And as much as Star and I despised such a thing, we'd found ourselves forced to more than once.
     
    With Draven out our side we could make up easier lies to keep the humans' curiosity and questions at bay. Humans are so gullible that they’d believe anything as long as it doesn’t sound too far-fetched. We often told our prey that Draven and I were married and Star had been widowed and had come to live with us.
     
    It was a plausible story and kept them from getting too suspicious which always helped when you need to feed on their blood to survive . Living as husband and wife publicly led to Draven and I growing