I’m a slayer. He’s a vampire.
Bard crossed the room. His reflection loomed over mine in the plate glass. “You’re not afraid.” He seemed curious, and a little surprised.
I sipped my vodka tonic. “No.”
“Good.” He tucked a curl behind my ear. “I promise you’ll enjoy yourself.”
“Yeah?” I took his wine glass and set it on the table, then lifted his wrist...
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