Chapter Twenty-Seven
Owen looked at her as she sat nervously, moving her hands in her lap. The way she smelled right now. It was like prey and he wanted to hunt her down, wanted to see those frightened eyes terrified as he felt her shaking beneath him. The heady scent of her fear blooming thicker in the air around them as he sank his fangs into her throat. Draining the life from her, he knew that he wouldn’t let her stay dead, though.
No, she was more than just a quick kill. He still couldn’t forget the way she had felt coming apart for him at Moonlight. The sounds of her breathy little moans, the way her heart beat faster as he moved his fingers in and out of her slick, wet heat.
He shook his head, that wasn’t his true thoughts. Well, some were, but he liked her alive. The pretty littl
