I shivered. It wasn’t the same as when Adam licked my birthmark, but it felt…good. And the pain was subsiding. “Thank you.”
He straightened, caught a stray drop of blood from the corner of his mouth with his finger and sucked it off, and stepped away.
“Thank you,” he murmured. He picked up my jeans and began emptying the pockets. “These will need to be examined and then disposed of.”
“Fine. I was going to throw them away anyway. And this shirt as well.” No way was I keeping the clothes that vampyre had…touched. I pulled the T off over my head and handed it to him.
“What’s this?” He reached for the Mizpah and the vial.
“No!” I closed my hand around them and jerked back.
“I assure you…” he began stiffly.
“Adam’s blood is on the Mizpah. When the vampyre in the rest area touched it…it w
