Evelyn
Thaddeus settles me on his lap, my legs straddling his, his hands gliding slowly up the outside of my thighs. I cup his face, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones, tracing the strong lines of his jaw. His eyes darken under my touch, veins rising faintly beneath the skin. I follow them with my fingertips, down the column of his throat—until I pause.
The place where I bit him—where I marked him—is gone. Smooth skin, fully healed.
“Where I bit you… it’s healed?” Confusion knots my voice.
“Yes. You’re human, Evelyn. You can still mark us, but it won’t last. Not until we change you.”
My hands fall away.
Change me?
The words echo inside my head like a siren. Change me—into what? Into one of them? The thought alone makes my pulse spike. I don't want to live forever. I don't want to f
