Book Eight: Chapter 190

“I think you could be different,” he said. “Remember what I said about intent? You and I would both be doing this to save and protect the ones we love. What sort of creature would that make, do you think?”

Charlotte’s nostrils flared. “An abomination,” she declared.

“You’re kind of pretty for an abomination.” Mike grinned. Charlotte had gone stiff in her seat. “C’mon. What’s a guy gotta do to get his blood sucked around here?”

“You are toying with fire, Lord Radley.” Charlotte was breathing hard now, and had moved a hand to her stomach. “This is madness.”

“I’m fireproof. And we’re all mad here.” He touched her face again, his wrist briefly pressed against her nose. “From where would it be best for you to feed? What would make the strongest connection?”

“Throat,” she rasped. “But it’s also...the most dangerous.” Charlotte sounded like she had just run a marathon.

“Then let’s get dangerous,” he muttered, and tilted his head to one side.

His da