Chapter 9
His name was Jackson Swells, a name that sounded to Delmarre like something that would come straight out of an action film. Or, and this was a much more accurate mental comparison to make, a supernatural film. Like a vampire story. And he was, he was most definitely a vampire, which made his appeal all the greater. He was what she had always imagined a vampire would be like, for as long as her brain had been consumed with such imaginings.
Everything about him was suave, too, so suave that she felt light headed. Part of it was the way he looked, of course, which was almost more than she could take, but that wasn’t everything. It was also the way he spoke, the way he moved. It was the way he would lightly place his hand on her shoulder while they spoke, something that made her bo
