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ADRIA’S POV.
He tilted his head slightly, watching me with those silvery gray eyes, and I didn’t know if he was watching me as a predator would watch a prey, or as a predator would watch another predator.
My heart sped in my chest. I was facing a real vampire—a real vampire like the ones in the movies. One with fangs, and a desire for blood. There was no way I could be mistaken about it.
His face was perfect, and beautiful. It seemed like he had walked out of a dream.
His lips were a sultry red rose that I knew the girls back at the college would do anything to kiss, but of everything, what stood out was his pale milk skin.
They stood out in the moonlight and I could see the clear difference in his skin and mine.
It was then I realized I had wandered too deep into the forest. How
