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ARIANA'S POV.
I turned to Sunny immediately, looking at him. I didn't even need to ask him to repeat himself. His pale skin, and unexplainable beauty that I'd been mesmerized by explained everything. The night he'd been in Miguel's room staring at the moon— the night I'd told him about the moon dream, he'd probably known what it was all about.
"You're a vampire?"
"Yes." He replied.
"And that's why I recognized you at first glance. That's also why I came to check up on you when you left. I knew your inner vampire was starting to manifest."
"So you're like, uh, a hundred and nineteen years old?" I asked, and he laughed, then ruffled my hair playfully.
"I'm just nineteen, dummy. Welcome to the world of being a vampire, who can turn on appeal at will."
"Appeal? Turn on?" I asked, and he had a mischievous smile on.
That dangerous smile.
"Should I show you?"
