[ Rafa said nothing, at first. His eyes kept flicking between Adam's and that artery, and he was desperate to touch the boy's skin. He should have fed before he came here. He knew he should have, but there was a part of him that had wanted this. There was a side of Rafa that loved the feeling of need. That in itself was like a drug.

In the end, he forced himself to push away, and he turned as his fangs extended again. How easy it would be to take the boy now. To pin him, push back his resistance and drink from him. Rafa knew many vampires who would care only for the taste.

He did not. He sought more than that, and it was why he stopped himself now. ]

To speak with you. To know you. I told you why I was here. I have never lied to you. Why don't you believe it could be so simple?