Chapter 5“Do you have fangs?”
Surreptitiously, Seth glanced at his watch. Claire had lasted thirty-two minutes in silence after they left the house behind. Her restraint was admirable. She practically vibrated with curiosity, and while he was more than content to bask in her scent—the musk of her continued desire, the tang of the magic she continued to deny—he wanted the air between them cleared as quickly as possible.
“Yes, though they’re not the same as Celeste’s.”
“How so?”
“My fangs didn’t just spring up overnight after I became her thrall. They came in through my continued service. The longer someone is with their master or mistress, the stronger the tie between them. But the biggest difference is that a vampire’s fangs are designed for feeding. Mine aren’t. More than anything els
