"You're going to kill me now, aren't you?"
"Would you stop asking me that?"
January teaser:
He was so
warm. Warm with the blood I had been
denying myself. My own skin felt cold
like ice with his warm hand wrapped around my arm. I wanted to be warm. I wanted to feel alive, and not half-dead. I wanted to drink, and drink, and drink . . .
I terrified
myself.
I was a
monster. And at that moment, leaning
against Rhys’s warm body, feeling his unnaturally cool breath on my face . . .
I knew I would give in.