Page 20 of Fangs for the Memories
Yet again, his face is close to mine. This time a sharp set of fangs are in full evidence.
“I won’t bite you, Grace,” he murmurs, “but there’s a good chance I will eat you.”
Why on earth do his words send a shiver through me? Not a shiver of fear, not in the slightest, but a shiver of desire.
Grace
Ican’t recall when I felt this way, or if I’ve ever felt this way. With Ferenc’s gaze on me, I could let him do anything if only I never lose this feeling.
It’s of being wanted, genuinely wanted and desired. His dark eyes are all consuming, the way he looks at me is like I am the only creature in the entire universe.
I can’t possibly believe it. After all, I’ve been virtually left at the altar by a man who supposedly wanted to marry me. I met Ferenc yesterday.
As treacherous as a heart can be, I do not accept it’s possible to feel anything now, in such a short time, or maybe forever. What Mark did to me has left a scar, no matter what I tell myself. Whatever this is with Ferenc, it isn’t anything at all. It can’t be.
“Just…don’t bite me,” I mumble, pulling my gaze from his and looking around the room we’ve been thrust into.
It’s rock, of course, but there’s a table in one corner with a bench, and in the other a small wooden bed with no mattress only bare springs. Above us, a small light, one I’m not entirely sure is electric, glows, shedding a weird white light.
I reach up and fumble at the strap on my helmet, releasing it and allowing the thing to slip off.
Bet I have helmet hair.
Once the thing is in my hands, I locate the off switch for the flashlight.
I’m covered in mud and yet Ferenc’s clothes seem to be mud free. At least I’m still wearing the boiler suit the cave trip organizer gave me, and it’s kept the worst of it from my clothing.
“Why did they put us in here?” I ask, smoothing my hair back from my face as I put the helmet down on the table. “Do you know?”
“It would seem that the king of the vampires isn’t here. Had he been, we have an understanding,” Ferenc says.
“Youhave an understanding?” I attempt to stop the wobble in my voice but fail.“With vampires?”
Ferenc folds his arms, his legs apart. He looks imposing and dangerous.
“I am the alpha of pack Kóbor. Our pack has to exist in the same city as the vampires. We have an understanding.”
I stare at him, and the words of the blonde woman from breakfast, which seems like a lifetime ago, come back to me.
“Mr. Kóbor is Hungarian mafia.”
Hungarian werewolf mafia?
I sit down heavily on the bench and drop my head into my hands. There’s no way this is happening to me. And I’m absolutely not going to think about the kiss which nearly blew my socks off.
“And this understanding has us locked up in some sort of vampire prison…or is it a larder?” I say sarcastically.
“Vampires can’t drink werewolf blood,” Ferenc says.
“That doesn’t fill human me with confidence,” I respond.
Damn, Ferenc moves fast for such a huge guy. In a blink he’s next to me, his hands on the wooden tabletop as he glares at me.
“No one,” he growls, “nothing,nothingwill ever touch a hair on your head, even a vampire.Especiallya vampire,” he continues.
“Thanks…I think.” I spot the color of his hands. They are no longer clean, but instead are black with…something.
Ferenc’s entire body is shaking, and as I watch, huge claws sprout from the ends of his fingers and dig into the tabletop.
