CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
DAMIAN’S POV
It took a few seconds before the meaning of her words actually made sense in my brain. She wanted me to stay a little bit longer. The feel of her sleek fingers around my wrist was enough to switch my thoughts to a new direction; a direction I did not want to entertain right now. But then her utter revulsion of my kind was certainly clear. To her, my kind was just blood drinking creatures who cared about nothing else except drinking human blood.
“Please,” her soft voice caught my attention once again.
“I guess a few more hours or minutes would not hurt anybody,” I attempted a smile as I resumed the space I had been sitting earlier on.
“Look, I know you are pretty much convinced I’m crazy and I-“I cup her cheeks in my palms, staring at the deep
