SWEET BLOOD
Grace gaped at him the entire time, unable to comprehend what James was trying to say.
You've been hunted but vampire slayers-"
"Are you seriously out of your mind, Mr. Grayson? Do you think I'll believe that nonsense?" She raised her brow. "Honey's dead? My grandmother is a sorceress. I am a hybrid vampire and you, a leader of some... cult?" She shook her head, "…are you mental?"
"No, I'm not crazy. In fact, you took us back in time?" he muttered in disbelief.
She moved toward the carved headboard that was a part of her bed, her brow furrowed as if she was troubled by the sight of it.