Riley almost ran out of the house. Cold chills rushed down her spine as she stared at him in disbelief, her heart pounding so hard it hurt. Vampires were not real, they could not be real. All those things were made up by writers to impress people and scare readers for fun, nothing more.
As a doctor, she knew better. There was no proof, no record, no truth to such things, and she had always believed that with her whole chest. Yet at that moment, doubt crept into her mind and refused to leave.
Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she tried to stand up, but her legs refused to obey her. They felt weak, heavy, as though fear had wrapped itself around them and held tight.
Tristan noticed how shaken she was and suddenly burst into laughter. "Did you really fall for that?" he asked, clearly amused.
"W what?" Riley said in a low voice, even though she wanted to shout. "I was not. How do you know so much about vampires? Do you read fantasy books?"
