Grace could feel her stomach wound healing. The torn tissue and damaged organs were knitting themselves back together, but she needed more blood. A lot more.
A lot more.Her mind and body silently screamed for more blood, and Ryan’s warm-blooded scent was not helping her self-control. The heater in the car was blowing warm air and stirred the slightly curled ends of Ryan’s hair at the base of his neck. He had gorgeous hair, and she wanted to dig her fingers into the dark silky strands while sinking her teeth into the pulsing artery of his neck. She licked her lips at the thought of how his blood would taste. A true mate’s blood was an aphrodisiac to a vampire. She hadn’t hungered for a man this much since William, and the thought was a poignant ache in her chest.
“How are you doing?” Ryan
