It’s almost too easy.
Contacts to hide the red eyes.
A crooked smile.
A roving glance.
A wave of desire so strong that it cancels out their inherent sense of danger enough for me to go in for the kill.
Literally, and figuratively.
I take pleasure from my kills – in every way.
This time is no different as I lead the unassuming brunette away. It’s as if she has no sense of self-preservation.
“What’s your name, Sugar?” I purr, trailing a finger along her jaw.
She shivers. “Bella.”
Skimming my nose along her neck, I inhale her bouquet.