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yourself you have some hope. I play with you a bit and let you think it before finally closing in? Really. I’ve done this for centuries. Just stand still and let me come to you.”
    I wish whatever causes me to freeze in terror will start working again because now that I’ve been ordered to just stand here, every muscle fiber in my body is twitching, poised and ready for flight. Mercifully, he doesn’t do the maddeningly slow advance. He moves so fast it’s as if he teleported across the room. Maybe he did. I’m only human. What the hell do I know about vampire travel? He breaks all known laws of physics anyway; a little teleportation added to the mix seems trivial.
    He’s standing mere inches from me. I can smell him. Rich, dark, spicy. Somehow I know this is just what he smells like. It’s not a cologne or aftershave. It’s just one hundred percent aroused male vampire.
    And though my eyes haven’t strayed to his pants, I know he’s aroused. It’s in the look in his eyes, the flare of his nostrils, and the sudden reappearance of his fangs. He’s hungry for me. This is both terrifying and somehow alluring. I will not lie. I know I’m pretty. I’m not one of those pretty girls who is either insecure or lies to themselves about their charms. I know I’m desirable.
    Men have always reacted to me as if they are a dog and I’m a tasty T-bone. And yet, no one has ever looked at me in quite the desperately starved way that Christian is looking at me now. My head is tilted up to see into his eyes even though I’ve tried to avoid it. They aren’t the angry fire-red, nor the soulless black. Right now they are a warm orange-yellow, like a comforting fire that captivates me and draws me in.
    I’m not convinced his thrall doesn’t work on me. Christian is bigger than I thought. Not just broad, but tall. It’s hard for me to gauge without us both standing against the wall and drawing chalk lines over our heads—something I’m sure the vampire would never lower himself to in order to satisfy my childish curiosity. But I’m pretty sure the top of my head comes just below his shoulder. He must be close to seven feet tall.
    Even if he were human I’d be scared shitless of him.
    His fingertips skim along my neck and collarbone, and I shiver. His hands remind me of doctor’s hands, the good ones who have cool, dry skin that makes you feel safe. But there is nothing safe about Christian. It’s as if his entire being is made to seduce and tempt and make you feel safe when everything rational in your head screams that you aren’t.
    This is when I know he’s right about the thrall. My mind can’t be controlled by him. If it could, I wouldn’t be rationalizing. I wouldn’t be able to think the thought that it’s all a trap. I would just swoon and go along with it. As magnetic as he is, and as easily as I could see myself falling into it, my fear is still at the forefront of my mind, and my logic reigns supreme.
    “I can’t think which virginity I want to take first,” he practically purrs in my ear.
    The tears slide down my cheeks. He’s got the perfect ability to know the exact thing to say to terrorize me and make me flit about in my own head like some crazed hummingbird with too many nectar choices. I’m trying hard not to think about the options because I don’t want to put any new ideas in his head. Though it’s laughable with my age and inexperience that I could ever think a thought Christian hasn’t already had.
    His laugh is condescending. “I meant blood or cunt. Not the other, so you can stop the struggle to not think about it. Though we will do that, and you’ll probably even like it.”
    I shudder at that. I feel that’s a door meant only for things that exit the body. I shouldn’t be surprised, though. It’s not just vampires. My friends have warned me that as soon as Devon gets in through the front, he’ll want to use the back door, too.
    Another tear slides down. I know now that I don’t