My Monster
he utters, his voice rough and husky.
When our gazes meet, chills travel down my spine. His eyes have gone into predator mode. Terrifyingly icy.
"He is not your problem anymore, Danika. Leave him to me."
My eyes go wide. "Are you—are you...going to kill him?"
He says nothing, but his features darken.
I pull away from him instantly, fear sinking into my bones.
He sighs, pinching his nose.
"He's a vampire, Danika. An undead. You can't handle him," he rasps.