Chapter Nineteen
Meikah couldn’t take her gaze from Kellan and Rafe. Realising she clasped her hands together, she let them go, trying not to wince at the glimmer of pain she caught in Kellan’s expression when Rafe bent his head and drank from his wrist.
Kellan swayed on his feet, stepping back when Rafe let go of him. “How do you feel?”
Rafe licked the blood from his lips. “If it wasn’t for the sun I could leave right now.” He looked down at himself. “Although the blood covering me would probably raise questions if anyone was to catch sight of me.”
“Can I ask you something?” Kellan asked.
Rafe nodded. “I owe you something for your blood.”
“No, you owe me nothing. That wasn’t for you.”
“Ask anyway.”
“Can vampires shapeshift?”
“Very few can.”
“So those stories of vampires changing
