Brian didn't spare Grace another glance. He carried me straight out through the back door.
The cool night air helped clear my head a little. I tucked my face closer against his chest.
"Put me down. I can walk."
He looked down at me, one eyebrow raised. "Your legs are still shaking. Why are you trying to act tough?"
The corners of my eyes were still red. "Thank you," I whispered.
Brian's lips curled into a faint smile. "So? How does it feel after drinking my blood?"
My cheeks heated up. "It's nothing special."
He leaned closer to my ear, his voice low and dangerously smooth. "You're going to get addicted to my scent."
My heart skipped a beat. "Stop trying to scare me."
"Don't believe me?" He raised an eyebrow. "Then take a sniff right now. Tell me you don't desperately want to stay
