THERON PROWLED AROUND the ground floor of his home, stalking from one room to another, muttering graphic expletives. He was angry. Scared.
Leah had seen him. Not Theron Ambrose the man, but as he truly was. They had made eye contact. She had seen his eyes in their trance-inducing state. The fear on her face had said it all. She had to know. He felt defeated as he walked into the study.
Then again, perhaps not, he thought with a glimmer of hope. She was still in his home. If she had discovered he was a vampire, surely, she would have left as quickly as possible. But she hadn't. Indeed, she was still here. Sleeping upstairs in her room.
Letting out a long breath of relief, he placed one hand against the bookcase, resting his head against his outstretched forearm, closing his eyes as he ga
