“I came here wanting to kill you.”
Though his shoulders were wide enough to
bear a small vehicle on them, his expression
was confused, as though he was unsure of what
he’d gotten himself into. “But I can’t imagine
harming you, and it kills me to see what I’ve
done to you already.”
Ravin lunged across the bed and smacked
Nikolaus across the forehead. Expecting to
again be pinned by the vampire, she knelt there
defiantly, fist raised.
Never had she been so close to a vampire and
not had him either attack or flee.
He lashed his tongue to wipe away a trickle of
blood that stained his lip.
Oh, of all that could go wrong. The odor of
rosemary and ash that she had used in the love
spell clung to her hair. Ravin remembered
clearly now. The entire contents of the vial had
spilled over her and, thanks to her magic, had
absorbed instantly through her pores to course
through her bloodstream.
“You don’t love me,” she muttered. “You’re
under a love spell.”
