Chapter 9
Why was my face sticky? And why were their warm hands on my arm? They were definitely male hands, but Marcus shouldn’t be warm. He was as much of a vampire as I was. Maybe even more of one to be honest. He wasn’t completely repulsed by the sight of blood after all.
“Tate, honey, are you okay?” a smooth male voice asked. A smooth male voice I recognised. Devon. My heart skipped a beat and my breathing quickened. If that was possible. I already felt a little short of breath.
“Devon?” I croaked, needing to be sure that it was in fact him.
“Hey, honey.” He stroked my hair away from my face. His hand surprisingly rough. Which reminded me, I still had no idea what he did. Then again, did anyone know anything about anyone after only having met them twice? It was odd. It almost felt
