The possessiveness in his voice made my knees weak. Made my body respond in ways I didn't want to think about.
"I'm not yours," I whispered.
That night, I couldn't sleep.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the fight. Saw Axel covered in blood, defending me like some kind of avenging angel.
I also kept thinking about what he'd said. We're not human.
I'd been trying to deny it, but the evidence was mounting. The weird dreams. The way I could smell things I shouldn't be able to smell. The strength I'd felt when I threw myself between that vampire and little Sarah.
And now my injuries were healing faster than they should.
I got up and went to the bathroom, turning so I could see my back in the mirror.
The scratches were still there, but they looked days old instead of hours. The edges
