Final Count.down… (Did you sing that in your head? I did.)
The breeze shifted, hitting the woman square in the back. She rocked forward on her toes, and that was when it hit him.
The thing that had been bugging him. Basil seemed to realize it at the same second.
Even from inside the walls of the Stigward house, his gut had told him something was off. Not quite right.
“You’re human,” Alistar said softly, ever aware of the Garden District’s close quarters. There were some things you didn’t want the neighbors overhearing.
Lexi stepped closer, closing her hands around the gate’s iron bars. Big, brown eyes full of mirth and intelligence. And that mouth…why couldn’t he stop staring at it?
“And you are a vampire,” she whispered, her words disappearing on the breeze.
There was something about the way she said the word vampire that made him think of long evenings of slow sex. Claiming her lips in lingering kisses. Fisting his hands into those chocolate locks. Drinking from her graceful neck. Being wrapped in her arms while he drilled into her tight heat.
“And I’m a hybrid. Woo-hoo,” Basil sing-songed.
Lexi didn’t break eye contact, and he had a feeling she was testing him. Why, he didn’t have the first clue.
But she barely blinked, and her lips were parted ever so slightly. Why couldn’t he stop looking at them?
Why couldn’t he stop wondering what they’d taste like?
And why couldn’t he hear her thoughts in his head?
Alistar took a step back, and realized instantly that he’d made a mistake.
If this had been a staring contest, he’d just blinked.
