"Shit, Rosalie," Hastings murmured and I tore my mind away from all the deliciously dark paths it had been heading down and raised my eyes to his. "All that blood...for a moment I was afraid I was too late-" "Even the devil knows not to mess with me, ragazzo del coro," I purred, reaching up to cup his cheek in my hand. "You don't need to worry about me." "If I'd lost you, I... " He cut himself off but as his gaze flickered to my mouth, I realised where his mind was going and the faintest twist of guilt tugged at me.
This sweet man! Stop fuckin with him
