Chapter 30

Deimos POV

My dark tattooed skin looks deadly against Elizabeth’s pale white skin. My fingers flex around her neck, but I don’t squeeze. I hold her head so she can’t look away from my eyes.

I expect her to be afraid, but she is not. Instead of fear, her eyes are filled with lust. I have to remind myself that it is only my blood in her veins that is making her feel this way. She didn’t feel the bond between us before.

Our lips are dangerously close to meeting. I can feel her breath against my skin, and her scent of roses is driving me insane.

“You should leave,” I tell her, but I do not release her neck from my hand.

“Why?” She whispers in response.

“Because you only feel this way because of my blood,” I remind her with a low growl.

“I am not leaving,” she breathes out seductively.

“You don’t know what you are asking,” I warn her.

“I know exactly what I am asking for,” she responds.

Elizabeth looks up at me from beneath her lashes and licks her lips. Running my