ANNA’S POV

I opened my eyes, and everything was too bright and sharp. I could smell the scent of the flowers outside and even hear everything going on.

My eyes met Marcus's, and immediately the smell of his blood hit me like a wave. It smelled delicious.

I didn’t even know when my fangs dropped. I grabbed his shirt, yanked him down, and sank my teeth into his throat.

Marcus sucked in a sharp breath. Warm blood flooded my mouth. I drank in deep, desperate pulls.

“I’ve got you,” he ...