"Here I am called Christopher," he replied gruffly. He stepped away from the tree and into the sunlight. I still couldn't see his face.
"If you're a vampire, why doesn't the sun burn you?" I asked, curious.
My hunger for his blood seared so strong, it took every ounce of effort I possessed not to attack him.
"The queen's magic is very powerful. I have no fear of the sun." Another step.
I moved toward him, our steps like a dance, a deadly dance, one I didn't want to win.
If I reached out my hands, I would've touched him, but I didn't.
He smelled earthy, like clover and honey.
"Are you going to bite me again?" The words left my mouth, and I instantly knew I wanted him to.
"I will if that is what you desire." He sounded so calm, but his heart raced.
Another step.
Our bodies pra
