He asked me, “why aren’t you afraid of me?”
I looked into his sapphire eyes for a bit, pondering my answer, “You haven’t given me a reason to be.”
His eyes darkened to almost blood red. His fangs extended. “What about now?” He hissed.
I stepped closer to the man I had fallen for. In any form, man or beast, I loved him. I wasn’t afraid of him. I cupped his cheek with my hand. His face softened. His eyes turned violet, then back to the blue I loved so much. His fangs slid back into the sheath that concealed them. He took my hand from his face. Kissing my wrist his lips lingered a moment. Feeling the pulse running just below the surface of my skin.