Dancy’s fangs. Yet this wasn’t the first time I’d been taken by surprise by an UnDead, and I also had my own advantage. He had no concept who I really was. But as his mouth settled over my sensitive neck, I had to fight the sensations . . . the soft, sweet lull of my blood surging free . . . the smooth kuh-kuh-kuh of him gulping away my life in a breath-like rhythm. It would be so easy to succumb . . . to just relax . . . Remember who you are. I marshaled my strength and gave Dancy a great shove. As I pushed his face up and away, I slammed a heel down on his foot then twisted from his grip in one swift sequence of movements. He stumbled backward and nearly fell, his red eyes blazing with shock and excitement. “Evaline Stoker,” he panted as we circled each other warily. “You continue to fascinate me. You’re the most attractive, surprising, delightful woman I’ve ever met.” At least he didn’t call my lips crushed rose petals. He lunged before I was quite ready, almost catching me off guard.
