"Get a grip of your Vampire," Mark growled in Theodore's ears.
The anxiety in his brother's voice managed to drag deep breathing, Theodore back from the brink. The room was spinning, his heart beating so hard against his ribs, his fist rubbed the spot. He was in deep trouble. His Vampire's roars of lust and need for its mate was raging in his head, the beast threatening to take charge. Theodore stared hard at the floor and kept his mouth tightly shut to hide his fangs. If humans present around saw his condition and reacted there was the possibility of widespread panic. And that panic would feed his Vampire's hunger.
What was happening to him? Theodore was worried.
Mark took his arm in a very tight grip to lead the way back to their table.
Using self-control that Theodore had honed over
