Dean let out a sigh, unable to stand the expression on Becca's face—it was unbearable.
"I'm sorry about that. You're obviously not a vampire," he said, trying to comfort her, but his words had no effect.
"Let me take you to the bedroom," he added, lifting her gently into his arms.
Her body shook uncontrollably, haunted by what had happened. Nothing made sense—she had completely lost control and couldn’t explain it, not even to herself.
But one thing she remembered vividly was the disturbing craving—she had wanted flesh.
Specifically, someone’s heart.
And that thought terrified her.
Dean gently laid her on the bed, but the horror etched into her face caught his attention—and, unexpectedly, made him chuckle.
Becca blinked, stunned. “This isn’t funny,” she said, her voice cracking.
“
