True Knight - Patricia Logan Page 0,27

to kill me and instead turn me into what you see here.”

“Wow. It’s all so hard to believe… and the scar?”

“I was struck with a broadsword which nearly cleaved me in two. I’m sure that had been the barbarian’s intent. He very nearly succeeded. I hovered between worlds for nearly a month before my fever broke.” I smiled. “We had terrible doctors in our camp—if that’s what you could call the butchers they were—and of course disease and filth were rampant. My father brought in a local woman who treated me with an odd combination of powders after I became feverish. If it hadn’t been for her, I wouldn’t have lived. I learned later that my uncle feared the woman would use witchcraft on me. After I recovered my father told me of the fight he had with my uncle. If it hadn’t been for my father’s love for me and his willingness to try anything to save my life, I would have died. It’s kind of a miracle I survived at all.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet.” His gaze slid over my face. “You’re very interesting. In fact, this is all very interesting. I’m actually not afraid of you.”

I chuckled, capturing his hand as he moved to pull it away from my chest. I flattened it against my belly, needing to keep him close. I could feel the small capillaries in his fingers throbbing again. I was going to have to eat soon or risk hurting the beautiful creature in front of me.

“I’m so glad you’re not afraid. The last thing I want is for you to be afraid of me.” I let go of his hand and slowly reached for his face, gently cupping one side of his jaw. “I want to see you again, Romeo, but I have to go now.” I glanced at the clock on the table. We’d talked a long time and it was now past midnight. I glanced back at him. “I won’t be able to see you again until I eat. Everything about you is too tempting. Your scent is everything. You have no idea how hard this is for me.”

He smiled. “You don’t kill when you drink from someone? Really? Is that true?”

I nodded slowly. “I’ve done it in the past but not for a long time. Like I said before, I’m not a killer… at least in vampire form.” I couldn’t help but smile at that. I’d killed hundreds of men as a human man but only a few as a vampire.

It was fucking ironic.

Romeo pulled his hand back and I missed his touch instantly. When I saw him reach up to brush his fingers over his jugular, my heart would have stopped—if it had been beating.

“Drink from me, Vincent. If you won’t kill me and you won’t take too much, I’ll give you my blood,” he said.

I gaped at him. “Why would you do that?”

“Does it hurt?”

I nodded. “I’m told the initial strike is painful but then…” How was I going to tell him how his body would react?

“Then?”

I sighed. “Humans find the experience orgasmic,” I finally said.

He grinned widely. “Is that right?”

I nodded. “It’s the truth.” I raised an eyebrow, noting the lust in his beautiful brown eyes. “If I drink from you, you’ll most likely climax.”

“That would be a shame,” he said, smirking.

I was crazy about him.

I moved closer, bringing our bodies into contact. Romeo’s cock was hard, thick, and already leaking at just the thought of being bitten. I stared deeply into his eyes.

“You’re sure?”

Romeo nodded and before he had a moment to take it back, I dropped my fangs and struck.

Chapter Five

Prosper Woods Chronicle. Letters to the Editor:

“Yesterday I found a giant mound of bear scat. Can someone tell me why Prosper Woods is plagued with this when everyone knows bears don’t shit in the woods?” Signed, “Asking for a friend.”

Greg

“We’ve got a big problem,” Floyd said.

I watched my alpha pace back and forth in front of the bonfire we’d lit in a clearing on pack land in the woods. The town of Fredrick is where we made our home, five miles from Prosper Woods. The town was much smaller than Prosper Woods by far, housing only members of our werewolf pack and their families. My best friend Sam Jackson sat beside me on one of the benches we’d set up in a horseshoe around the bonfire.

All twenty-three adult members of our pack gathered at the bonfire once a month on the full moon to run through the