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he’d ravage me against the wall and the other part was waiting to feel the pressure of his fangs against my throat.
    “I wasn’t looking,” I protested again, swallowing as his fingers danced along my neckline. “I went to Romania for a symposium, then Paris and then here. They…they were just places I wanted to see.” I slowly let out my breath as he continued to inch even closer, exploring my neck.
    He seemed to think about this for a few moments. “And your fascination with vampires?”
    Was I really having a conversation with the undead? He seemed very human. I shrugged in response. “It’s been going on since I was a child.” Why did I keep talking? My mind slowly replayed the whole story of Alin and I realized that the man before me was very different from the cult in Brasov.
    “Alin was a fool.”
    Hearing his voice snapped me back into reality and I stared at the figure who had me pressed against the brick wall. My eyes widened as I realized he probably heard the whole story of Transylvania inside my head.
    He wasn’t going to chastise me like Alin did. He already admitted to being the real deal.
    “Do I scare you?” He asked, leaning his strong body into me, grinning slightly as his fangs peeked out under his upper lip.
    I nodded and whispered, “Yes.”
    “Good.”
    I looked down while his muscular build pressed into me ever so slightly. He continued to laugh softly. I breathed in, trying to calm myself. The body in front of me smelled. Not a bad smell, but it was familiar, like honeysuckle perhaps. It was intoxicating, even under these circumstances.
    He suddenly turned on me and became very serious.
    “Don’t,” he whispered.
    I stared at him. He touched the collar of my turtleneck, sending goose bumps across my entire body. I was suddenly sure of only one thing: I was going to die tonight.
    “Don’t what?” I asked, wondering if fate should be tempted by asking questions.
    He positioned himself where his eyes were level with mine. They were the deepest blue I had ever seen. “Don’t think that covering your neck with this flimsy cloth will stop me from seeking the blood that’s pounding through your veins right now,” he whispered.
    I tried to keep my heart from racing and reminded myself that he was about to drain me.
    There was no response to give him. My mind continued to spin out of control and I couldn’t focus on anything but him. He was a God who oozed sex appeal, yet I was going to die by his hand in an alley. This was not how I had pictured my death. I imagined living a full life and dying of old age. Something resonated in me and realized that up until this point I didn’t really believe in vampires. Wrong again.
    I was going to die tonight and wouldn’t have even known my killer’s name .
    “It’s Niccolò.”
    I inhaled sharply. He actually answered me!
    Niccolò pulled the turtleneck down more and exposed my neck. He bent down and licked a small area of my throat. I felt his fangs graze my skin.
    “Are you prepared to die tonight?” His breath caressed my skin like velvet.
    My eyes widened at him in response because my voice failed me. I felt my heartbeat speed up to a deafening rate. All I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears. A bead of sweat began to slide down my forehead despite the cool temperature in the alley.
    “The more you panic, the closer your blood gets to the surface,” he announced, adding a chill across my skin. “That makes it much easier for me.”
    I swallowed hard again and focused on breathing. In, out, in, out. I closed my eyes for a moment to decide if I should say anything to him. I was confident that arguing or begging would get me nowhere. Each breath I took was getting shakier and the thoughts of passing out in the next few seconds occurred to me. Fainting would be the worst thing that could happen right now. Begging for my life would be difficult if I was unconscious.
    Niccolò didn’t let me forget he was there. His fangs