Page 122 of Bitten By Desire
I sighed and let go of his face. I knew one way I could definitely tip the scales in my favor. “Okay,” I said with a shrug. “Fine. You win. If that’s what you really want. I guess I’ll just go be with Bennett then…”
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back into his chest. “We both know I can treat you better than him.”
I smiled. There was the confident asshole I fell in love with. “Good. Then it’s settled.” I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. And then I grabbed a tissue from my purse and blotted the side of my neck.
He watched the blasé way I reacted to being bitten.
“And since I’m staying, I have about a thousand questions for you. Tons about what being a vampire entails of course. I’ve done some research, but I have a feeling it wasn’t all accurate. But I need to start with a very important question. Is Zoey a vampire too? Or a werecat? Because she was acting very suspicious when I couldn’t tell her the truth about Bennett and his friends. She kept pushing it, like she wanted me to be in pain. I think she’s in on all of it.”
Callum’s smile was finally back. “No, she’s not.”
“Are you sure?”
He laughed. “Positive.”
“I should probably call her back then. Because I may have freaked out and ran out of her house.”
“Let’s just get you back there. It’s cold out here.”
I stared at him. “Can you even tell? Because your skin is always freezing.”
“I know it’s cold because you’re shivering.”
That made sense. “So you have cold skin. And your eyes get darker when you’re hungry for blood.”
“Yes.” He grabbed my hand and opened the door back into the train station.
The air was warmer in here, but his hand in mine still made me shiver. The guy at the ticket desk gave me a strange look. Probably because when I’d walked in I had on pants. I tightened Callum’s shirt around me. Or maybe he was more alarmed by the fact that Callum was wearing a jacket and no shirt? Or the fact that I was still here at all because my train out of Crooked Point was long gone. He was probably confused by all of it.
We hurried outside.
“Is the golden eyes part of it too?”
“No. That’s just the color of my eyes.”
“They’re really pretty.”
“Pretty?” He raised his eyebrow at me.
I laughed. “Alluring. Is that better?”
“That’s definitely better.”
I smiled up at him. “So…how old are you? Is your real name Sir something or other? Was it William? I can’t remember. Are all those cloaks in your attic yours? Do you go hunting for animals or do you like…buy them from a pet store or something? How many people have you killed? Do you not appear in photos? Because I’ve always been really suspicious about that. Is that a vampire thing? Because…”
“Emma?”
“Yeah?”
“Take a deep breath. I’ll answer any questions you have. But I can only answer one question at a time.”
“Right. You don’t appear in photos, do you?”
He shook his head. “No. But you can paint a portrait of me. Or you can take a picture of a portrait of me.”
“Which is why you stole my camera. To delete the pictures of the portraits?” I knew my face fell. I’d known it. And yet…I was hoping he really had just wanted to take pictures of me.
“In part. But I got a little carried away. I liked the way you looked with your legs spread for me.”
