“Didn’t I just say? All women like vamps. It’s a thing.” “You’re a lady whisperer, Co,” Frankie remarked dryly over the sound of Chen drilling the mount into the wall above the dresser. “Damn right,” Marco agreed with a cheeky grin. I couldn’t help but grin back. “They’re sexy,” I admitted with a little shrug. “It’s the blood, isn’t it?” This time, I had to gasp as laughter rippled through my belly. “No, Marco, it’s not the blood. It’s the…I don’t know. The passion, the possession, the animalistic tendencies.” “Noted,” Dante drawled again from his place in the doorway.
