#Chapter79
The First Taste
The humid night air in Savannah offered little relief for Tessa as she stood in the dark corner of the balcony.
Held hostage in Rafik’s arms for three songs, her hands still wiggled with a life of their own as she drew a drag of one of her father’s Marlboro’s.
A familiar, raspy Norwegian voice came to her ears as he snatched the cigarette from her fingers. /"Don’t you know those things will kill you, Tess?/"
The handsome, blonde man took a puff and handed it back to her as he blew out smoke from the side of his mouth.
His ridiculous warning made her roll her eyes as she took another drag. They were both immortal creatures, and the only thing that would ever kill her was a hefty dose of bloody violence. /"You first, you old bastard./"
