Meredith.
For the first time, Draven smiled faintly. Then he leaned forward until his forehead pressed against mine, grounding me.
His breath was warm when he whispered, "If you are this afraid of vampires, how do you think the humans would react?"
I parted my lips to argue, to tell him fear wasn't the same as weakness, but he didn't give me the chance.
He pulled back, his hand gesturing toward the table. "Finish them," he said softly, almost teasing, as though we weren't talking about bloodthirsty predators beneath our feet.
And then he was gone.
I turned sharply, watching his tall frame disappear through the glass door. My chest tightened, my heartbeat quickening until I could hear the rush of blood in my ears.
The shop suddenly felt too big, too silent, too fragile.
I sank back down into his chair instead of mine, angling myself so I could see the glass wall and the street outside so that if something happened, I would see it on time.
