CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

~NORA~

I rested my elbows on the table as I supported my head with my hands, my mind racing to every possible reason why I was feeling like that, but I was still unable to find the words to explain what it was all about.

I knew that I was on the verge of losing control of myself, and I didn't want to hurt him.

I reached for my wine glass, and my hand began to tremble. I managed to raise it, bringing it to my mouth, but it fell on the table, smashing into pieces as the liquid spilled, pouring to the floor.

Nervously, I reached for a napkin to clean it up. Weak in fear that Horace would be so upset at my behavior, he leaned towards me, and I could feel his breath on my face. He placed a soft kiss on my lips.

My fangs began to elongate, and I could feel my mouth watering at the thought of sinking my teeth into Horace's neck.

I couldn't help but wonder if he felt this way when he marked me.

I was already sweating profusely, and suddenly I could taste the metallic tang of his blood on