Theo pulled me down on the soft grey armchair behind me, breaking my stare with the picture. The man Alaric looked over his shoulder at the painting I was so engrossed in before he growled, snapping my attention back to him. “Sorry,” I said. He cocked his head to the side, his beady red eyes boring into me as his lips pulled back slightly revealing his fangs.

“Alaric,” Theo growled when he noticed the man was scaring me.

“Apologies Miss, I find it hard being around your kind when you smell as delightful as you do.” I nodded, not liking the way he stared at my neck. I resisted the...