“And if it turns out I’m her killer?” he asks. I step closer to him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. “Please. Stop. You’re not. I know you. The real you. Not just the detective, not just the vampire, but the man beneath it all. The man who killed Marco because of how he treated me, the same man who shot dead others who hurt me. A man who would protect me against all odds. That man couldn’t have planned and executed these sick, ritual murders.”
