Turn to me, Natalie.
His mental call to her was dangerous, of course. Dangerous for him. Dangerous for her too, but she was in danger, anyway.
Vampires were fed by one source and unified by one law: Protect the secret of their true existence or face execution. Neither Julian's power as a ruling vampire or his place in mortal society could have prevented the savage incident that put the prima ballerina's life in his hands. He must kill her before his betrayal of the secret claws its way out of her memory.
But he couldn't forget the heat of Natalie's body, pressed full length against his on that fateful night.
Look at me now.
Her eyes wandered over Julian's face, over his slashing dark brows, down the ridge of his aquiline nose to his chiseled mouth. With every moment, physical awareness stretched tauter between them.
Natalie smiled.
Julian smiled back, unable to resist the sensual promise in her golden eyes.
He didn’t have to kill her right away, did he?
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