She had a long-legged, sensuous walk and the hair that swung to the middle of her back was the colour of ripe apricots. His fangs itched.
But he hid his lust, merely engineering a meeting at the bar, and engaging her in casual conversation.
When the lights finally dimmed, he took her hand and offered a lift home. Beauty nodded gravely.
In the back of his limousine he leaned towards the pulse in her long, white throat.
A scream of mortal agony brought people running from every direction, but they were too late. The stake had entered his heart…