Evelyn Cross
"How do you kill a vampire?"
I asked with my arms crossed while watching the fire crackle and consume the logs until they turned to ash in the fireplace in front of me. The smell of burning wood pleased me.
"Your murderous mind is already plotting, love? I hope my name isn't on your list." Dimitri's voice sounded amused behind my back.
I turned to him, dressed in nothing but one of his button-down shirts, the fabric hovering at my knees.
Dimitri was sprawled across the bed, shirtless, relaxed, with a cigarette hanging from his lips. His face was clean of any trace of blood, and he looked at me with a gaze that made it clear he was ready for more, if I wanted it too.
He was insatiable. And I wasn't even talking about my blood.
"Thinking like a killer is part of my job,"
