ladi-loki

            The look on his face told me he had already made his decision.            Glee glistened in his dark burgundy eyes. His lips curled into a confident smirk. His nostrils flared, breathing in the lingering smell of human as the breeze carried it through the woods. I could practically feel the heat of excitement radiating from his body.            The thrill of the hunt was very much alive in my James.            But as the bloodlust flooded his veins, something entirely different coursed through mine: fear.            A feeling of dread gripped me. It first hit me as we walked away from the clearing, when James snaked an arm