The more he talked to Serena Darville, the more Max liked her. She had balls of brass. Even confronted with an unknown vampire, even cornered with the truth about her cagey lies, she refused to quaver. Sure, she’d hightailed it off to the bathroom earlier, but that hadn’t been about fear. That had been about some sudden spark of desire, maybe a fanciful thought about what they might do to pass the time in the dank prison. Max wasn’t about to hold it against the girl if she got hot for him.
Hell, he would have encouraged it, under any other circumstances. Every time she argued with him, her blood got a little bit warmer, which got his c**k just a little bit harder. And she was beautiful. And smart. And he…
He really needed to get off this train of thought before it derailed completely.
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