Matthew POV
The next morning started awkwardly. Well, more awkward than usual.
Gabrielle was in the kitchen, humming some pop song that I was certain had been written solely to torment me. She had one earbud in, and as she danced around, completely unaware of my presence, I found myself staring. Again.
Why was I staring? Because I was Matthew Gorvell, vampire extraordinaire, and apparently, I had lost all sense of decorum and self-control.
Her neck was the problem.
It wasn’t just soft and inviting; it was practically glowing in the early morning light, a siren call to every vampire instinct I’d spent centuries suppressing. My fangs ached, like they were screaming, Now, Matthew! Now’s the time!
I shook my head and forced myself to look away, muttering, “Control yourself, you ancient i
