7
“Delia!” I screamed as I got out of my car. I had stopped in front of her porch. I wasn’t sure how I hadn’t driven into the porch itself with my hands shaking so hard. Or into a ditch as I drove here.
I must have lost my mind. After the vampire killed the demons, he collapsed at my feet. At first, I scurried away from him. After all, he had ripped those demons apart with his bare teeth and hands.
But then I remembered how he had looked at me, his big eyes unguarded, devoid of the black veins, his fangs retracted, and asked for help. I couldn’t leave him there, especially because he belonged inside the box, didn’t he?
I stared at him. Though his torn pants and shirt barely hid his powerful frame and defined muscles, right now, he looked peaceful. Unguarded.
I could grab the box and p
