“Are you going to kill me?” I asked simply while gazing forward, a sigh heaving my chest.
“How did you figure it out?” He asked, sounding genuinely curious.
“You feel abnormally cold despite your joyful teasing,” I told him sincerely.
He held my hand and I was surprised not to feel any difference in warmth.
“I’m no colder than you are, Miss Carmichaels,” he said with a fanged-out smile.
My suspicions were confirmed. He was indeed a vampire.
“How do you know my name?” I then asked, both feeling and sounding puzzled.
“How I know your name, how I know your whereabouts… it’s all part of the job, Miss.”
He’s an assassin, silly, and you are the target. It’s only fitting that he should know all these details, a part of me reasoned.
“Is it painful?” I asked, tilting my head in w
