My eyebrows furrowed. "Why would you kill me?"

"You don't understand."

Fucky, this is him again I don't understand. How can I understand if he doesn’t say?

I crossed my arms. "I really don't understand because what you said has two meanings, you'll kill me with a bite or you'll kill me with relish." I would rather have him kill me with gusto than bite, both bloody, both death ends, I would rather die face to face than not.

He glared at me. I stared at him. "Which of the two? Literally or metaphorically?"

I sighed when I felt his cold hand on my waist, he pulled me closer to...