Leesa's Advent
head back and studied her face for a moment. She was even more beautiful than I had thought, and when my eyes met hers, I saw defiance and hunger. “Do it,” she whispered huskily. She lifted her chin and brushed my lips with hers. I was suddenly aflame with an unfamiliar desire. Without thought, I sank my fangs into her throat and sent my vampire venom streaming into her. As I greedily sucked her blood, I tasted a faint tinge I had never tasted before in all my many feedings. Perhaps I should have stopped, but by then I had lost all control. Had I possessed better control, I might have spared myself the anguish of a broken heart. But I would have never known the glorious passion and companionship of my beloved, and that is something I cannot regret or ever wish to change. Not even if it meant sparing Gabriela her tragic fate. When I finished feeding, I looked up to see Ricard staring at me, an expression of concern on his face. “You are turning her,” he said, somehow aware that I had sent my venom into the woman. “You have never done it—we should have discussed it first.” “I’m sorry,” I replied.