Christian’s Pov

I looked at her. She was panting hard, her chest rising and falling too fast, fear written all over her face.

That was when I saw the blood still dripping slowly from her neck, from the bite I had given her.

I started moving toward her.

“What are you doing…Stay back. Don’t come closer.” Her voice came out stammering, shaking, and she raised the knife again like it could actually do something against me.

In my mind I almost laughed at the absurdity of it.

I kept walking closer anyway and she kept backing away.

“Move away,” she said, voice cracking. “Is this how you show appreciation? I...