Amaranthine

Chapter 33

The highway sped beneath Jorick and Katelina, illuminated by the bright headlights. The scenery flew past, lost in the darkness. Katelina's lips still burned from Jorick's kiss, though it had been hours ago. She closed her eyes and savored the memory in a way she never thought she would.

Opening her eyes, she glanced sideways at him as he drove. There was no denying it, he was male beauty perfected; dark male beauty. Dark and dangerous, she reminded herself. He wasn't human: he was a vampire, a creature of legend, a myth from the darkness come to life.

The radio played a trendy pop song that grated on her nerves. She impatiently pressed the radio's seek button. Snatches of country, chat, and cheerful pop blipped by, mingled with static.

"You could pick one and stay on it," Jorick sugge