I knew it was immature. I knew it was childish and wrong, but I was pissed, and I couldn’t help myself. I knew it was the one thing that as a Navarre vamp Morgan couldn’t do. But it was the perfect line, the perfect exit, and I couldn’t resist. I glanced back at him, silk swirling around my legs, and, single eyebrow raised, gave him the haughtiest look I could muster. “Bite me,”
