Sal leaned in closer, his voice low, amber-brown eyes fixed on mine. I was suddenly reminded why this Italian man was so dangerously seductive. He had the look of both an innocent angel and a wicked devil as he said sweetly, “If I was really lucky, maybe the granddaughter would give me a chance.” I stared at him in shock for a second, but before I could reply, the air around me stirred with a crackle of magic. “If you’d like to die a slow, painful death,” said the vampire who’d suddenly stepped into our circle, “then why don’t you finish that conversation?”
