“B-but you walk insunlight?”
“Yeah, I’m remarkable thatway.”
Ignoring his cynical retort, Shae glanced around, had no idea what she was looking for. Only knew deep down that she’d been prodding a really dangerous predator, one who could have torn her throat out in a heartbeat. Shegulped.
“You’re afraid ofme.”
Jesus, yes. But she never liked showing weakness. The thread of wariness dissipated like mist. “I’m not scared ofyou.”
Amusement lit his eyes as if he could see through her lie. Her gaze lowered back to his sensual mouth. Heck, she wanted to run her tongue along his lips, feel the tips of his fangs—ugh! This was entirely his fault for being so damn sexy that her mind kept sliding into thegutters.
Another image flowed into her mind. Intense yellow eyes locked with hers, a mouth on her neck, impossible desire heating her veins as he kissed…no…suckedher neck. And then sheknew.
“You!” she sputtered. “Youattacked me in the alley. You bit me and then took away my memories!” Furious, she hurled the dagger at him. His hand shot out and snatched the blademidair.
“I did not attack orbiteyou. If I had, trust me, you’d know. I had to get you to leave. It was a dangerous time. But you wouldn’t. It seemed the bestway.”
That stopped her for a second. She’d been drawn to his pain and only wanted to help. But he hadn’t denied taking her memories. “Don’t ever do thatagain.”
He ran his thumb carelessly over the sharp edge of the dagger. “I won’t feed from you, if that’s what’s worryingyou.”
Then he did consume blood.Jesus. Of course, he did. All her questions vanished. Something inside her shifted and made her belly churn. So whoexactly?
“Then who?” the words were out before she could stopthem.
His expression closed off. “That’s none of yourbusiness.”
Unexplained irritation swept through her at his dismissiveanswer.
It’s your fault. You told him you didn’t likehim.
Yes, she’d said that—a slip of her tongue. Truth was, she did like him—hell, she’d been drawn to him from the moment she saw him in the club. His intensity and raw sexual magnetism wrapped around her like a silken web, tugging her closer and closer every time they weretogether.
Dagan strolled across to her, stopping only when a mere foot separated them. He smelled so good… sandalwood with a trace of cherry tobacco. His unreadable gaze drifted over her face and down to her collarbone. Frowning, he traced a fingertip gently over the scar running from her cheek to herneck.
“Your laptop accident?” heasked.
She nodded. Usually, the scar didn’t bother her, yet instinctively, she covered it with her hand, her bracelets jangling against eachother.
“Don’t hide, Shae—” He grasped her wrist, then angled his head and studied the tattoo she had there. “What’sthis?”
She pulled free and stepped back from his disturbing presence. “Decorative ink—a bunch of knots. Got it ‘cause it’s sopretty.”
At her tart response, his eyes narrowed, then he put the obsidian dagger in her palm and headed for the frontdoor.
“Wait, where you aregoing?”
A hand on the doorjamb, he turned slightly. “To feed, of course. Unless you’re offering? But with that comes fucking. You ready for that,wildcat?”
Her mouth snappedshut.
“Thought not.” He walkedout.
Shae stared at the empty doorway, his words ringing in her head, images crowding her mind of his mouth on her neck, his big body sliding over hers as his hardness moved inside her. Desire swept through her in a heat wave. God, she rubbed herface.
Restless, she wandered the length of the cracked corridor and back again. Blowing out a frustrated breath, she stopped at the coffee table and lowered on her knees to the cold floor. She collected the spilled cards and shuffled them, but her lone game of solitaire didn’t take away the churning in herstomach.
He was going to feed, have sex with some nameless, facelesswoman.
