Rafaela shoved him away, breaking his hold on her. Chest heaving, gut taut, she did her best to ignore the fact she wanted him. She always did. Even after he ravaged her family, killing some, turning others, she couldn’t resist his touch.
“I have work to do, Dirk.”
“Why, Rafaela? It’s almost Christmas.”
“No rest for the wicked.”
“And I would know.”
Her smile was tight, forced. He took a step away, shaking his head.
“Thanks to you, I have to find new accommodations. Someone burned crosses on my lawn.”
“What did you do to upset the neighbors this time?”
He turned to her, eyes sad. For a beast of his caliber, the sight was alarming. Rafaela took a step back, stance defiant.
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