“You won’t hurt me?”

Pure willpower kept her voice from sounding shaky.

He was too damned close.

“Actually, I don’t say that to anyone at all. I rarely issue promises,” the vampire replied in a soft, deadly voice.

If dead things were so damned cold, Jesse reasoned, why did she feel heat coming off of him? Why did she feel as though he was touching her?

There was no way she’d face him or look into those drowning blue eyes. Eyes were mirrors of the soul, and vampires didn’t have souls. Would his eyes be empty?

It doesn’t matter, she thought, I’m taking you down.