"Can you keep me safe?" I ask him. We watch each other for a while before he answers. I repeat all the warnings Harris gave me about vampires being dangerous but I know Wyatt. I know he is dangerous, only a fool wouldn’t pick up on that but not to me. I don’t think he is evil and that’s all that matters. I might have to avoid the family dinners at his house though.

"You should be asking if you’re safe from me." He finally replies with a small dare on his lips.

"I know I am," I say firmly. I trust him even if that makes me a fool. Then I am a big fool.

Wyatt tilts his head to the side before nodding at me. I stay still as he moves closer, his cold hand winding into my hair and he pulls us together until our lips meet. We both sigh at the close contact before he moves away, stopping the kiss.

"You are." He whispers, the words go through me, with the promise his voice holds.

"It makes a lot of sense." I laugh to myself.

"Sorry, why aren't you freaking out? I freaked out when Drake told me. You just believe him?" Alex questions me, standing off the bed to face me.

"He's not the first supernatural I've met." I wink at her and she frowns.

"Who?" she asks but I think she is lying. I don’t know how I know that but it’s a sister thing. I know Alex better than I know myself.

"Yes Winter who? Or what?" Wyatt asks a protective quality to his tone.

"Would they be safe from you, if I told you?" I ask him.

"I can't promise you that." He replies, a grim look on his face as he realises I won’t tell him.

"Then I'm not saying a word, why was I passed out by the way?" I quickly change the subject as his eyes darken.

"Who Winter?” he asks again, ignoring my question.

"No," I say holding my chin up high as his eyes start glowing in a similar way that Jaxson does but there so dark instead, almost black like the night. Jaxson’s glows like the earth, so bright that you wish you walk into them. Wyatt’s are dark and almost like you could lose yourself in them if you attempted to get close.

Wyatt moves so quickly, like a bullet, until he standing right in front of me again. I take a deep breath to calm myself as his smell surrounds me. I get angry that he is pushing this out of me as his stubborn gaze meets mine.

"I can't make you tell me but I wish you would trust me. I need you to trust me because your mine." He strokes the side of my cheek.

"I'm not yours Wyatt." I whisper.