Oh my god, he is even more gorgeous in person. Jet black wavy hair, high cheekbones, and soft pink lips.

I stared into his piercing blue eyes and instantly regretted it. His eyes were like a magnet, pulling me in deeper and deeper.

It took all my strength to look away.

" Kneel," he commanded in a low voice.

I swallowed my pride and got on my knees. My head was bowed as I heard him walk towards me.

He grabbed my chin and lifted my head up.

" Look at me," he commanded in that same low voice. Husky and seductive.

I looked up into his blue eyes, feeling a chill run through me. The air felt tense.

He stared down at me. " What's your name?"

I gulped. " Violet."

A ghost of a smile traced his lips. " A pretty name for a pretty girl. A girl to pretty and unbroken to be here. So tell me, Violet, why are you here?"

His eyes bore into me. I felt as if he could see right through me to my very soul.

What if he could? Then my cover is blown.

His questioned played in my mind. Why am I here?

There is no way I could tell the truth, so I lied.

" Sir with all due respect you do not know me or what I've been through," I answered.

My answer wasn't good enough. He wanted more.

" What have you been through?" he asked.

My face became cold and I looked away. " It's none of your business."

This time he did smile but there was no joy or humor to it. " That's where you're wrong. There no secret you can keep from me. I'll find out eventually, Violet."

" Good luck at finding the truth. Warning, you may not like what you find."

His thumb traces my bottom lip. " I'm counting on it because if your soul isn't already bruised, it will be after I'm through with you."

" Is that a threat?"

He turned my head back to him and stared deeply into my eyes and says coldly. " No love, it's a promise."

He let's go of me and I quickly look back down. His words played in my mind. Bruise me? Did he want to hurt me?

Of course, he did. All vampires do. Demons enjoy inflicting pain and fear on others.

But not me.

My chest rose unevenly.  Every fiber of my being was on fire. This man lit a spark in me I didn't even know I had.

If Alexander wants to bruise me then he's going to have a hard time trying.

I'm not easily broken.