Page 7 of Visions of You
Something that will make you want to kill me?
Keegan didn't voice the question, but it lingered in his mind.
"Should I go back to the group?" Jaron asked.
Keegan hesitated. He should tell Jaron to fuck off. This dragon would literally be the death of him, after all, but that vision wasn't going to come true tonight, and besides…
It was almost impossible to reconcile the tear-streaked man in his vision with the one standing next to him now.
Maybe if Keegan spent more time with him, he could figure out what exactly was going to happen—and how to prevent it.
"It's fine," he said. "You can help me with this."
Jaron smiled, a softer, more genuine smile than the ones he'd shown so far, as if Keegan's small concession made him truly happy.
It made him look like someone Keegan might want to sink his fangs into.
Why did his killer have to come equipped with a killer smile?
Keegan tried to brush the thought aside, tried not to wonder what Jaron's blood might taste like.
Dragon blood had always been his favorite.
Don't even think about it,Keegan told himself firmly.
He wasn't going to bite the man who would eventually stake him.
He wasn't.
"So how'd you end up getting turned?" Jaron asked after a moment of silence while they waited their turn.
That wasn't something Keegan was asked very often anymore. Most people asked him what the weather was going to be like or whether they should hit up the slot machines or not. Very rarely was he asked questions about himself. "You know how every vampire has their own special power?"
Jaron nodded. "Makes some of them harder to kill."
Keegan wanted to ignore that remark, but he couldn't. "You know a lot about killing my kind?"
Jaron shrugged as if it was no big deal. "Kind of comes with the job, you know? We've had a lot of raids on vampire covens recently because they tend to do awful things to mortals."
Keegan turned to Jaron fully. "Do you enjoy it?"
"Do I enjoy what?"
"Do you enjoy killing vampires?"
Jaron's brows furrowed. "I've never attacked anyone who didn't attack me first."
Am I going to attack you?
Keegan wanted to ask but didn't. There was no way for Jaron to know anything about the future.
"Why did you start talking about superpowers?" Jaron asked.
"You asked how I got turned," Keegan reminded him. "My sire's superpower was being able to tell who would make an exceptionally talented vampire. He wanted me for obvious reasons."
Jaron gave Keegan another once-over. "So you just agreed to be a vampire for the guy?"
"I was young and I was promised exceptional power." Keegan glanced up at the night sky, the memory lingering at the edge of his mind. "I guess that part wasn't a lie."
