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    "And alone? Late at night?" He moved again, and he was only a couple of steps from me. "It's almost as if you're asking for it."
    "Maybe I am," I said, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I could even think about what I was saying. I was completely shocked by my boldness, but realized that my hasty words rang true. My life had become so dull, so humdrum. I was desperate to break the monotony, and I was ready to welcome any form of excitement. Even if it might be dangerous. Even if it might be a monster.
    The gorgeous man raised an eyebrow at me, and his beautiful lips curled into a smirk. His crimson eyes raked over me, taking in every inch of me. I stared right back at him, unfaltering.
    "Well, aren't you just something else. My friends and I like a girl with some fire." He said, and then he was in front of me. I didn't even register him moving, but he was suddenly so close to me that I could smell him. And damn, did he smell good.
    His scent was a heady mixture of autumn leaves and earthy musk, and something else, something deep and metallic. I inhaled deeply, taking in the intoxicating scent.
    Wait a minute... Did he say friends?
    Before I had a moment to process his words, Mr. Dangerously Sexy reached out and ran a finger down the side of my face. I felt a startling jolt of electricity at the contact. His finger was cold and smooth, and it sent a shiver up my spine while igniting a fire deep within me. My eyes slipped closed for just a moment as I revelled in the sensation.
    "What's your name?" He asked, and my eyes were drawn to his mouth. Oh shit, did I just see what I thought I saw?
    "Mia." I answered, leaning into his touch. "What's yours?" I asked, my voice husky.
    "I'm Drake." He answered, and I stared up into his beautiful, clearly inhuman face.
    "It's nice to meet you, Drake." I said. My mother would be so proud, I absurdly thought to myself. No matter what, I always remember my manners.
    A flash of amusement washed over Drake's face. But then it shifted to something darker, something primal.
    Shit, he was looking at me like he wanted to devour me.
    The sane part of me was telling me to run. Clearly I was in a dangerous situation, and I should have been looking for an escape route, a way to remove myself from this situation.
    But another part of me was telling me that I was exactly where I wanted to be. I loved the feel of adrenaline coursing through my body. I was turned on by the danger, and Drake's overwhelming sexiness was just fueling that fire.
    Drake's arms wrapped around me, and his mouth crashed into mine. I leaned into the kiss without even a moment of hesitation, and my own arms circled around him. He kissed me deeply, hungrily, and I eagerly matched his enthusiasm.
    His tongue invaded my mouth, swirling and stroking. I let out a soft moan against his soft lips.
    As my tongue explored his mouth, it grazed against something sharp. I tentatively touched the point again, and then again. Holy shit, they really were fangs.
    Drake broke the kiss, his crimson eyes gleaming with lust and hunger. I was winded, breathing heavily, overwhelmed from the intensity of our kiss.
    "Are you scared?" He asked me, studying my face and holding me close to him with his strong arms.
    "No." I answered, shaking my head as I stared into his crimson eyes. And strangely, it was the truth.
    "You’re something else." He said, a hint of wonder in his beautiful voice.
    "Well, maybe you should be." A voice said from behind me. I jumped in Drake's arms, totally startled . Someone else was here!
    And then I remembered what Drake had said earlier. About his friends .
    When I looked up and around the graveyard, I saw three figures emerging from the shadows. They were walking towards us, closing in around Drake and I.
    My eyes widened and I turned back to Drake, searching his face. He gave me a wolfish grin.
    "I did say I had friends." He said, shrugging, and there was an edge of wicked humor to his voice.
    I looked around