Was it a pang of fear running through my veins? Or was it the warmth of the woman's blood?
"There's no reason."
None, except one was in the library. In this castle. Trapped in the curse with us. A curse she knew nothing about.
"Stinking creatures." She wrinkled her delicate nose.
Except Adonay didn't stink. He smelled like fresh wood. We walked around the dance floor for a while, and then I apologized. Dancing with Renée didn't appeal to me at that moment. He'd come to feed me. To remind me that I was a vampire and he was the enemy, but it hadn't worked. All my thoughts kept returning to Adonay. Was the werewolf looking for me?
Adonay
Of course, I followed Ishtar downstairs. She looked at me as if she sensed me stalking her, but I'd learned something about being a werewolf: we were g
