"Go back to sleep," he mumbled.
"I think we've slept enough. It's already afternoon."
"I know."
Of course he knew, she had known without having to look too. "I can't believe Kathleen hasn't come in to drag us out of bed."
"Neither can I," he admitted ruefully.
"Liam."
"Hmm," he replied sleepily.
"What can kill us?"
She knew that he was instantly wide-awake. "Why?"
"Well, I am one of you, and I think that I should know. I know what I've heard about vampires, but you can go out in the sunlight, so what else isn't true?"
"Sunlight can kill us."
"Huh?"
He chuckled at the confusion in her voice. "Some of us," he amended. "We can all still go into the sunlight because we haven't become cold blooded killers. The more you kill, the stronger you become, but the more limitations are placed on you. Vampires that kill lose the ability to be in direct sunlight, they will die from it. Beth can't be in it."
Anger rippled through her at the mention of Beth's name. Her hands dug into his back as a wave of possessiveness shook her. He was hers, and that was final. Liam's chuckle only served to infuriate her more. "I met Beth during the daytime." The name was bitter on her tongue.
"You met her during a snow storm. There was no direct sunlight."
"Oh," she mumbled. "You've killed."
"Yes, I have," he grated, and he would do it again if anyone attempted to harm her. "And the sun has become more grueling for me. It stings my eyes more, burns my skin more. It also tires me out faster."
"I'm sorry."
He pulled back to look down at her. "For what?"
She shrugged as she caressed his well-muscled chest. "It's my fault that the sun bothers you now. If it hadn't been for me, you wouldn't have killed Jacob."
An involuntary growl escaped him at the name. She smiled as she lifted her lashes to gaze at him. It was good to know that she wasn't the only one that became angry and possessive. "It's not your fault," he grated. "And I will kill anyone else that tries to harm you. No one will take you from me."
"No, they won't," she promised as she rubbed his chest. "No one will take you from me either, right?"
"Right."
She feared that he would meet someone else, someone better though. He would grow tired of her and move on. He could have any woman that he wanted, and he already had. Eternity was a long time; there were a lot of women out there. Prettier women, smarter, sexier, better.
"Would you ever leave me?" he inquired.
"No!" she cried in horror. The mere thought of it ripped her heart to shreds and brought instant tears to her eyes. To lose him would destroy her.
"That's the way that I feel Sera. I can sense your thoughts, and you're wrong. There is no one better, no one else for me. You are it."
"But..."
He placed a finger over her trembling lower lip. "No buts. Don't you remember what David said? Together forever. The passion only grows."
"What if he was wrong?"
