"Who is in the room next to you?" Zane asked, looking back over his shoulder.
"I don't know. Why?" She frowned.
"Whoever he is, he is very interested in you," Zane said in that low, terrifying voice that reminded her that her brother was truly a predator now. The question was, why didn't she feel like one?
"What makes you say that?"
"He is listening. His heart speeds up when he hears your voice." Zane's eyes had darkened to an even deeper black, and she saw small spidery veins begin to spring from around his eyes just like she had seen on Grayson that one night during the dinner that went awry.
"That's ridiculous," she scoffed, and then she swatted at her brother's arm. "Stop it. You're not killing anyone, Zane. That's not who you are."
"I'm a vampire, Cora," Zane licked his lips, his eyes now fixed on the wall where there was a living thing on the other side. "So are you. And he is alive."
