Eight
Gray
“We need to talk about last night, Gray.”
The vampire fixed his honey-eyed gaze on me, and the warmth that had risen between us suddenly evaporated.
After everything that’d happened, I’d almost forgotten the real reason I was here tonight—why he’d all but dragged me inside Black Ruby.
“It doesn’t matter.” I pulled away from his touch and repositioned my ice pack. “It’s in the past. Nothing I can do but move forward.”
“Gray, I don’t think that’s—”
“Could I get some water?”
That muscle in Darius’s jaw ticked, but he filled a glass for me and set it on the bar, watching me with a calm detachment that told me he was in no hurry.
Immortal beings rarely ever were.
“You claim it was your first time, yes?” he asked.
“First time?”
“Bringing someone back from the—”
“Don’t say
