Free Younger, Bree - Burn [All American Vampires 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Bree Younger

deep breath. “Look. I don’t know what else I can say or do to convince you that I’m the good guy here. But don’t you think you could try giving me the benefit of the doubt? I haven’t done anything to harm you since I’ve regained my strength. It would be easy enough to kill you if that’s what I wanted, but I don’t. And I won’t. I’m not saying I’m an angel or anything, but I don’t pull the wings off flies, and I damn sure don’t kill little green-eyed pixies who save my life.”
    “Okay.”
    He blinked. “Okay?”
    “Yeah. I believe you. I think you’re the good guy.”
    “Why?” He was dumbfounded that after all the arguing, she’d just given up. He couldn’t understand what he’d said to convince her. Why she’d suddenly accepted what he was saying as the truth. It made him suspicious. Was she trying to pull something over on him? Like she had earlier when she’d run off?
    She shrugged. “You’re pretty annoyed right now. I can tell. I figure if you really were the bad guy you’d have at least tied me up and gagged me to shut me up. So you must be the good guy.”
    He tried to understand her reasoning and failed. He would never, even if he lived a million years, figure out how the female mind worked. Honest to God, they made him crazy. But he didn’t have the time to worry about it. He had bigger fish to fry. None of this made any fucking sense at all, and he had a feeling things were going to get worse.

    * * * *

    Libby watched as Ty moved around the tiny kitchen, pulling some things from the fridge. As she studied him, she couldn’t help but notice the horrible blisters and burns were completely gone. He really was a vampire. She shook her head, still in a state of semi-disbelief. A freaking vampire. Her mind just couldn’t absorb the reality of it.
    She stood to turn on a light so that she could see him better. Just as her hand reached for the switch, Ty snapped out a short, “Don’t.”
    She jerked back and looked at him. “What? Why not?”
    “The less attention we draw to this place, the better.”
    She nodded, that made sense. “Ah, can I help you with something?”
    “No. That’s okay. I’m almost done here. Why don’t you go back and sit down? I know you’re not feeling too good.”
    She went back to the couch and sat down, watching as he opened a cabinet and took down a glass. With his dark blonde hair and blue eyes, he could easily have passed for a California surfer waiting to catch a wave. Except for the predator’s edge in those eyes. And the way he moved with an animalistic grace that she found somewhat mesmerizing. A familiar shape on the counter drew her attention. Obviously he had found the gun. He wasn’t just a vampire. He was an armed vampire. Armed to the teeth , she thought with a semi-hysterical giggle that she quickly suppressed. She really did have to get it under control. If he was telling the truth, then they were both in deep shit.
    She took a deep breath. “You look a lot better.”
    He cast a glance over his shoulder at her before returning to whatever he was doing. “Yeah. We heal pretty fast if we have enough blood.”
    She digested that information. So her blood had helped heal him. Pretty cool. If a little disgusting. After all, he had stolen her blood, in a manner of speaking. But he was right. He had been completely out of his head at the time. Barely able to even form a coherent sentence. And he hadn’t done anything to her since, but she was not going to let her guard down. She considered what they had right now a truce. A tentative one, at that. But if he did anything that set off her alarms…
    He was a vampire. If that wasn’t kick in the pants, she didn’t know what was. She was still trying to wrap her mind around the idea, but for now, survival was her top priority. She would save the total hysteria until they’d reached safety. If they reached safety. Well, at least they seemed to be somewhat safe—for now. Silver