The scent of his magical blood tickled my predatory senses almost instantly. Andreas, who was a close friend of mine, grew aware of my sudden excitement and yelled into my ear, his unique voice barely audible over the beat that reverberated off walls and drowned amongst the sweaty bodies crowding...
The latter of the two kept trying to calm her in hushed tones and muffled endearments, and as I exited my bedroom and headed in their direction I heard him say – beg, really, ‘You’re going to wake Denise, Margaret. Please, lower your voice!’ ‘What’s going on here?’ I demanded, wiping sleep from m...