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After tonight, I no longer have to question her feelings. I could see the excitement mixed with fear in her eyes when she looked at me. And the way her heart beat fast when I was inches away from her body. It is clear, to me, at least, that she is attracted to me. If anything, it’s the green light I’ve been waiting five years for.

I smile. “You’ll be mine soon, little angel.”

6

Evie

Monday morning classes are always the hardest. Not only do I have the Monday blues, but I’m not at all focused or interested in being in class. In fact, I think I’d prefer to watch paint dry than listen to my professor discuss all the different reasons why sleep is important for our body and overall health.

Funny, since I didn’t get much sleep this weekend because all I could think about is fucking Jaylen Black.

Thoughts of him have been consuming my mind since the moment he left the sorority house, leaving me speechless in the driveway. There are so many more questions I want to ask him about what it’s like to be a vampire and how he became one. Because surely he wasn’t a vampire when we were kids, right?

This is why I need to talk to him, to learn more about what he is, but I can’t get close enough to him for that to happen. Not when my brother is always with him and has warned me away from Jaylen multiple times. At first, I was willing to listen to his warnings, but now all logic has gone out the window because I don’t want to stay away from him even though I know I should. Knowing what he is should scare the shit out of me and have me running for the hills, but instead, it has only made me more curious about him.

And that’s what scares me.

I shouldn’t still be attracted to Jaylen knowing that he needs to drink human blood to survive and frequents a bar that allows vampires to sleep with humans and drink their blood at the same time. But for some reason, I am still attracted to him, despite all of that.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I shake the thought from my head just as the professor is wrapping up the class. Thank God. Wanting to be anywhere else but here, I pack away my things and follow the throng of students out of the room and into the fresh, humid, Pullman air. I can’t wait for it to be Fall already so I don’t have to deal with this heat anymore.

As I’m walking to Bluebird Co., my phone vibrates in my pocket.

Miles: Sis, can you please grab me some lunch? I’m at practice.

I’ll owe you one!

I roll my eyes and type my response.

Evie: Sure, just let me know what you want.

While I’m standing in line at the coffee shop, listening to the conversations happening around me—especially the one the two girls are having in front of me about one of their boyfriends cheating on them, and knowing that feeling all too well—Miles finally texts back with his lunch order.

Once I have my coffee and bag of sandwiches in my hand, I make my way across campus, passing students heading to class and sitting out in the sun on the lawn, to one of the many sports stadiums WSU has to offer. With the sun beaming down on my skin, I can feel sweat pooling in my pores. I don’t know how Miles can train in this kind of weather. I would be convinced that I’d get heat stroke and die, which may seem a little dramatic, but true.

Instant relief washes over me when I step through the entrance of the stadium and make my way down a few long hallways until I see the opening to the pitch. The grass is blinding under the sunlight, so I slip my sunglasses on, gazing at the men running around until I spot a familiar head of brown hair.

Miles spots me almost at the same time, jogging over to meet me in the shade. His tanned skin is glistening with sweat and small blades of grass litter his neck. I want to tell him to wipe it off, but I don’t get the chance before he’s grabbing at the bag in my hand.

“Hold your horses, cowboy,” I say as I switch my iced coffee to my other hand, allowing him to fully open the paper bag. “There is one in there for me, so don’t even think about snatching it up.”

Miles rolls his eyes as he takes his two turkey, cheese, and salad sandwiches out of the bag. “I wouldn’t dream of it. But thank you for doing this. I was an idiot and left my apartment before I could grab something for lunch.”

I raise a brow at him. “Let me guess, you slept through your alarm again?”

He nods, taking a bite out of one of the sandwiches. “I had a late night, can you blame me?”

“I would say that sounds like a you problem.”

Again, Miles rolls his eyes and continues to eat his sandwich. “Anyway, did you have a good night on Friday? I wanted to text you, but didn’t want to seem…”

“Overbearing,” I finish for him with a smile. “And don’t worry, I had a good night.” Yeah, I saw your best friend drinking the blood of a woman while she rode his cock, I want to say, but for obvious reasons keep that thought to myself. “We went to the Black Rose.”

Miles stops chewing, his eyes boring into mine. He swallows hard, licking his lips. “The Black Rose? How did you get in there?”

I shrug, looking past him in search of a head of messy curls and stunning baby-blue eyes, but come up short. “Jaycee knows a guy who got us on the list. It was a very nice bar, so I understand why it’s so exclusive.”

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