Emma had woken up to go to the bathroom and when she returned, she saw that he was shivering and grunting incomprehensible words in his sleep. Worried by his condition, she went near him. He had broken into cold sweat. His jaws were clenched and the only word that she could understand was… mother.
She shook his shoulders to wake him up. His eyes opened with a jerk. He saw her and the next thing she knew was that he had pulled her over him and then went off to sleep muttering, "So close… so close…"
When Emma woke up again, she found herself still on him. She lifted her head and his face into view. Lazarus was… stunning.
The tips of his fangs were showing and she wondered what it would be to be pierced by them. She should have felt afraid of him, but she wanted to lick them, run her tongue over them. Surely, she was getting enthralled by the vampire just as the elders in the village had mentioned.
