His allure is nothing like the cold beauty of the Vampyrs I've gotten used to seeing over the last couple of weeks, and there are no pheromones wafting off him to make me stare longer than I should've.
When you spend a long time surrounded by the cold, you don't realize how numb you've become until you feel warmth.
And Constantine is warm in the way werewolves are. He exudes it. It seeps through my skin, making me shiver a little.
Constantine's eyes darken, his worry becoming something forbidden. His gaze smolders, his eyes going from mine to my hair, to my nose, further down to my lips coated in blood-red lipstick.
And I notice something else too.
Constantine... likes me.
Maybe even more.
I should've known when he told me he'd trained to be in the King's guard because of me, and he took this job because of me. But I had considered it his loyalty to the Laurent family and nothing more.
But a guard has no business looking at me the way he is.
