Eve's POV:
Stupid Marcus. Stupid vampire. Stupid everything.
I could feel the heat still simmering beneath my skin, that stupid reaction to his stupid scent, and his stupidly perfect body. Stupid, smug, Dracula-wannabe with his damn voice. His entire presence just irritated me, like the constant itch that won't go away. And don't even get me started on that sinful, dangerous allure of his. He was everything I didn't want—and yet, I couldn't seem to stop my body from reacting. Damn him. Damn my stupid, rebellious femininity.
What the hell was wrong with me? Why did I feel like I wanted to throw myself into that mess, even after I swore I wouldn't get caught up with him, even after I reminded myself a thousand times that I wasn't interested in the Deputy, with his ridiculous smirk and those eyes that made me want to do bad things.
