Evan Reynolds was a rogue by nature. The damned vampire could get in and out of just about anywhere without so much as a whisper of cloth to give him away. Unable to wait and find out, however, Ivan jumped from his tree and crept though the shadows. Then he began to climb the wall, his fingers grasping the tiny holes afforded by the brick and mortar of the old building. When he reached the window on the third floor, he peered inside.
Morgan was asleep, utterly oblivious to the danger lurking in the night. Ivan pushed up on the window, pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked.
Silly mortal
He slipped into the darkened room and closed the window silently. Morgan still didn’t move. Ivan admired the curve of the man’s jaw, the fine features of Morgan’s face. Morgan was masculine, no doubt, but his features were nearly angelic. He was beautiful.