My pretty little enigma. For two weeks, I’ve been tortured with need, knowing my mate was nearby. I’d happened across a dead vampire in a hallway and planned on walking right past to report the body, but that’s when I’d scented it. Her fragrance. Subtle and cold, like a sweet midnight. Of course, it had been mixed with the scent of blood. Probably the vampire’s blood, but even just the idea of our mate bleeding had set my asshole inner dragon off something fierce.
