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the most romantic city on earth without communicating.
    Adin slipped his hand into Donte’s and they walked a few more feet before Donte stopped and pulled Adin under his arm. They walked the rest of the way to a taxi queue like that, laughing when someone honked and shouted the German equivalent of “get a room”.
    Once inside the taxi, Adin faced Donte. “Let me look at you at least. Are you well?”
    The expression on Donte’s face softened. “You are positively the silliest man. Of course I’m well.”
    “Did you get a lot of brooding done while I was gone?” Adin teased. “How’s your chair, the one with the leather upholstery? Did you sit by the fire and doodle pictures of bats with little heart-shaped eyes? I did.”
    “I am not in the mood to be mocked.”
    “Beloved, I mock you only as a last resort.” Adin framed Donte’s face with his hands, running his thumbs over the bones of his cheeks and the arch of his brows. He leaned in and whispered in Donte’s ear, “Do you need me?”
    Donte lowered his gaze. “I do. Always.”
    “Feed,” Adin ordered. “I had Thai food for lunch before I met Harwiche. Let’s see if you can tell me what I ate.”
    Donte looked at the driver. “We could wait—”
    “I’m sure you can make him believe he dropped Italian nuns off at the Louvre. Now, come to me.” Adin’s voice roughened. “Maybe I need you , lover. Didn’t you ever think of that?”
    Donte allowed Adin to draw him in. In the end neither of them could fight the attraction they felt. Adin’s heart quickened as Donte pressed his lips to the pulse in his neck and a terrible excitement stole over him when he felt Donte’s teeth tease the skin there. Donte could tear his throat out with little more than the effort it would take Adin to place a chaste kiss on someone’s nose, but maybe that was part of the thrill.
    “I wish you didn’t like this so much, caro,” Donte murmured. “I worry that you’ll be indiscriminate.”
    “You don’t mean that.” As fury brought a high color to his cheeks, Adin pushed him away. “I am no one’s cheap eats .”
    “Promise me?” Donte searched him for any sign of duplicity. “Santos—”
    “Santos closed my wound without permission from me,” Adin wanted to scream with frustration. “I will never willingly be with anyone else, in any way, as long as you and I… I don’t know what I have to do to prove myself to you…”
    Donte struck, his teeth sliding into Adin’s neck like ice picks, quick and sure. Adin felt the sudden surge of hot lightning throughout his body that began as searing pain, but brought him almost instantly to an equal ecstasy.
    “ Donte .” Donte had to know that feeding brought Adin a release that was both profoundly sexual and emotionally gratifying. “Don’t you know how I feel? Don’t you understand what it means to me to nourish you this way?”
    Donte used his tongue to soothe away the pain and Adin breathed in deeply, committing to memory the ambiance of Paris as it mingled in his mind with Donte’s own deeply masculine scent.
    “Ah, lover .”
    “Più amato.” Donte nuzzled him. Adin’s head swam. It wasn’t unusual for him to get light-headed after Donte fed. He’d grown to count on curling up in Donte’s arms afterward and letting the lassitude take him even as Donte’s body warmed and quickened with borrowed life.
    After a while Donte broke the silence. “Are you sure you want to go to Santos’s place?”
    Adin opened his eyes. “Can you think of a logical reason why I shouldn’t?”
    Donte glared at him.
    The familiar argument dragged Adin down far more than the loss of blood. “If he wanted me dead, I’d be dead.”
    “Who knows what he wants? What if he plans to kill you next week? He could kill you—”
    “At any time. So can anything. Accept that or don’t follow me next time.” Donte’s hold tightened around him and Adin felt unreasonably constricted. He pushed away from Donte, who