One half of Grace trembled in delight, the other half shivered in concern. The vampires in her doctor friend’s lab had fed from bags of plasma. She’d never been bitten either. Had never wanted to be bitten. Until now. If anyone could make her appreciate something like that, it was this man.
This vampire, this predator, "I’ll think about it. Now let’s backtrack a little. If you can make anyone look like the mistress, why did you conjure me specifically?" She asked. Why put her in such danger? Not that he’d completely wanted her, and her alone. She remembered his revulsion when he’d learned she was merely a mortal, recalled his shock. "I asked before, but you never answered."
James leaned toward her, forcing her fingers to press into his skin. A quiet command—and an unrelinquishing demand—
