Shadow Lover. Lydia Parks
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say anything about my age or where I was born. And you weren’t at the lecture.”
His eyebrows lifted in innocence, and he smiled. “I tend to listen from doorways.”
“Why?”
“Unfortunately, my appearance causes difficulties.”
Her senses seeming to have returned, she studied him more carefully. He watched her with unearthly intensity. Her body warmed in response, but she wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was the sensuous quality of his gaze.
Pale skin gave his fine features the look of marble, then as she stared, his face morphed into something feral.
She blinked hard, found his original appearance restored, and decided that her system must be on overload.
“Look, Griffin,” she said as she got up from her chair, “I think you should leave.”
He rose in front of her and stood very close to her, as if they were intimate. “Do you really want me to?”
Time stopped, and the air around her disappeared. For some reason, she couldn’t lie, couldn’t breathe and couldn’t send him away. She met his unblinking gaze and shook her head.
“No.”
He smiled again. “Good.” He stepped back to a reasonable distance. “Do you plan to invite me in?”
Every cell in her body screamed, “No!” She’d grown up in cities and knew the stories, the horror stories. If he stepped over her threshold, past the deadbolts, she had no defenses. She didn’t own a handgun.
“Yes,” she said.
Holding his hat at his side, he followed her into the house.
“It’s quite charming.”
She walked around the living room, turning on lamps, taking comfort in the light. Griffin followed her, switching off all but two of the lamps.
“What are you doing?”
He shrugged. “I’m sorry, but my eyes are unable to tolerate bright lights.”
“Oh.”
He stopped directly in front of her, smiling wickedly, as if eyeing dessert.
She backed away, toward the safety of her kitchen. “Would you like some tea or something?”
“Something, perhaps,” he said.
“If you want to wait here,” she said, motioning nonchalantly over her shoulder.
But he didn’t wait. In the kitchen, he leaned against the tile counter and watched her fill the kettle, place it on the stove and juggle a mug from the cupboard, which escaped her grasp. In a blurred movement, he scooped up the mug just inches from the floor and handed it to her.
“Holy shit,” she said, again less eloquent than usual. “How did you do that?”
“I have wonderful reflexes.”
“No joke.” She placed the mug on the counter beside the stove, drew in a deep breath for courage, and then turned to face him.
“Okay, I want a straight answer. Who are you and why are you here?”
Griffin dropped his hat on the counter behind him and nodded, admitting defeat. “My name truly is Griffin, and I’m here to erase your memory of me.”
“What? Why would you want to do that, assuming you could? What are you, a hypnotist?”
He moved forward again, and the lights in the room dimmed as he neared. With his lips not quite touching her skin, he moved his mouth across her cheek.
Her throat constricted and her heart pounded. She couldn’t explain or control the erotic excitement tingling in her belly, nor did she want it to stop. She closed her eyes and turned her head, aware of his mouth following the line of her neck, still without touching her.
“No,” he whispered, his cool breath caressing her skin. “I’m a vampire.”
Chapter Two: The Truth
Serena paced the front of the living room. “You are not a vampire. Vampires don’t exist, except for those poor deluded souls who get fang implants and run around in capes.” She glanced at the cape draped over a chair, and then at the man lounging on her sofa.
Griffin smiled patiently as he slowly rotated the rain stick she kept on the end table. Inside the stick, dried seeds plinked as they tumbled from one end to the other.
“You may think you’re immortal—”
“I doubt seriously I’m immortal,” he said.
“Oh? I thought—”
“Yes, yes,” he said, waving off the rest of her statement. “I hear that one all the time. And you probably think I turn into a bat.”
She stopped pacing. “I don’t think you turn into a bat. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out you think you do.”
He sighed and rose slowly. “No, I don’t turn into a bat, and I’m not immortal, but I am a soulless creature of the night.”
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