Becky
It has gotten dark, and I'm sitting on top of a tree branch, hunched like an owl. I'm enjoying the night, and things would be perfect, but there is a presence ruining everything.
"Why aren't you sleeping inside the mansion?"
I frown. My mate, also known as Elijah, won't leave me alone. He is warm and charming, and that kindness is choking me. Right now, he looks up at me in the dark, smiling as if he has every right to be here, and it irritates the crap out of me.
I peer down at him, grinning. "Because I'm a vampire—we are ferocious and untamed. I don't need a comfortable bed."
Elijah is silent for a while, considering my words. Every second he is quiet feels like a full long year.
Eventually, he talks again. "Are you cold?"
I snort and put on a confident attitude. "Are you
