Chapter 8Had Canaan viewed this bizarre display under normal circumstances it would have likely scared the hell out of him, but tonight, after learning all these strange things and feeling the power of his augmented senses, the sight of his lover’s quickly descending fangs only intrigued him, held him spellbound.
“Then—then I was right before. You’re not real. Blood kin? Nosferatu? Those are actually just other names for ‘vampire,’ and vampires are not real.”
“As I said, I am real, Canaan. After all, here I sit, talking to you, touching your scrumptious body. Yes, I am quite real.” She lifted his right hand and planted it on her left breast. Through the thin fabric of the robe, her hard n****e poked his palm. “As real as any woman…or rather, as any woman in a superior state of being. Not
