Page 57 of A Vow for the Vamp
She lifts her head. “What?”
“Let me be bait.”
“Did you hear my conversation with Layla?”
“No. Did she suggest the same thing? Then it sounds like—”
“It’s not going to happen.Ineed to be the one to face Henry.Ican draw him out. He will not get anywhere near you.”
“What if he kills you?”
She peels herself out of my arms and turns her back to me. “And, what? You lose your ticket to immortality?”
My heart drops.
“Is that what you think I care about?”
“Is it not? It’s what you want.”
“Of course it is!”
She turns at my raised voice, shock riddling her face. I never raise my voice.
“I don’t want to die, and I don’t want to leave you.”
My eyes burn and my throat aches with unshed tears.
She reaches out for me, but I step back.
“I want to spend the rest of my life loving you. I know it’s too soon for both of us to say we’re in love, but isn’t the chance that we could fall in love worth exploring? Isn’t it worth living for?”
A tear falls down my cheek and I wipe it away.
Millie says nothing, letting me get everything out.
“I want you to turn me for you, not just for me. Because you deserve love too. You lived all these years thinking you’re a monster, but a monster wouldn’t feel remorse for the lives it’s taken. A monster wouldn’t feel compassion. And a monster wouldn’t put their life on the line to protect someone else.
“But turn me because you want this too. Make me a vampire so you will no longer be alone. I don’t want you to ever feel as if you don’t deserve to be happy.”
She’s crying now too and seeing the lines of red against her pale skin reminds me of winter… a rose in the snow. My cold-skinned queen who turns my body into flames with how much I desire her.
She’s mentioned the lack of a soul, but I don’t believe it. How could I feel such a connection to an empty shell? She’s more than this monster she claims to be.
If she’s cursed, then I’ll gladly be damned with her.
She wipes the blood off her cheeks, and I grab her by the wrist, taking her soiled fingers into my mouth and sucking them clean.
I cup her cheek and graze my thumb over her lips. My touch draws out her fangs, and I press the pad of my thumb over the point until piercing a hole in my skin. I shove the bleeding tip into her mouth. Her tongue flicks over the wound.
When I remove the digit, I spin Millie around and fold her over the top of the kitchen table.
She grunts at the unexpected action, which I find amusing that my slow human speed surprised her.
“Teddy,” she warns. “You’re insatiable. You just laid me out on top of the counter and made me come.”
I smooth my hand up her spine, then back down to grab the hem of her pencil skirt. I roll the fabric up over her hips, revealing her plump bare ass because she’s wearing a thong. My hand crashes down and she arches away from the table.
“And now I’m going to fuck you on the table.”
