The Vampire's Human Bride
Not enough to let me go, but enough to turn me slightly, as though he were studying the frightened girl he had caught rather than restraining an intruder.
“So…” he murmured, his voice unreadable. “You’re Lady Winter.”
I lowered my head in defeat, no longer struggling against his hold.
That was it. I had come this far, only to be handed over.
I felt his gaze travel down my arm, to the blood soaking through my sleeve.
I swallowed hard.
I knew how vampires were said to go mad over blood. Fear gripped me as the thought crossed my mind.
Is he going to drink my blood?
“You’re bleeding,” he whispered.