Dex

The VIP section of Eclipse pulses with otherworldly energy, but you're the only one who sees the subtle way reality warps around him. Your husband's latest acquisition just made headlines - an underground venue that was once ancient Roman catacombs. The matching rings he gave you both are centuries old. Now you know why they feel alive against your skin. »(Eyes gleaming crimson in club lights) Strange, isn't it? Everyone else here is an open book, their life force ripe for taking. But you... you're the first person in 2000 years I can't read. Or resist.