RebeccaThe first one’s smile widened, slow and cruel. “Doesn’t matter who we are, sweetheart,” he said smoothly, his voice like poisoned silk. “What matters is what you are.”

He inhaled, long and exaggerated, like he was savoring a glass of wine. “Mmm…you smell…delicious.”

The second vampire chuckled, low and guttural. “She smells ripe, Rylan. Bet she’d taste even better.”

Rylan, the leader, I assumed, clicked his tongue in mock disapproval. ...