Page 145 of A University of Betrayal

Emely looked down at her shoulder, her eyes widening as she discovered the slit in her blouse, the fabric of which was turning slightly red.

“You wanted to...” she stuttered, and I tore my obsessive gaze from her blood, which ran dark red down my lily-engraved kunai knife.

“If I had wanted to kill you, I would have done it,” I murmured darkly and stepped back, because the longer I looked at the spot on her shoulder, the hungrier I became. “And if you hadn’t moved, nothing would have happened.

She stared at me, stunned, as if she had to figure out if I was talking bullshit.

I stared at the blade in front of me again, and I couldn’t stop myself from bringing it to my lips and tasting the blood.Herblood...

I brushed it against my lips and watched her shocked expression, while licking. The sweet taste and the unfamiliar aroma were irresistible, and I enjoyed how her taste changed on my tongue, licked my lips and closed my eyes for a moment with pleasure.

I was probably deeply disturbing Emely. But even worse, I was disturbing myself. This was the blood of my family enemy, and I wasenjoyingit without restraint.

What was wrong with me?

I quickly put the knife away.

“The blood of my enemies tastes best,” I said, and let the right corner of my mouth move upwards.

“What are you doing here?” she suddenly snapped at me with hostility, reminding me that she hadalsopulled out her guns. Far too many. As if she needed it. As if she actually assumed that I would kill her, sooner or later.

But she didn’t scare me, even though I knew that one bite from her was enough to take my life.

“I’m enjoying the fresh night air,” I said, clasping my hands behind me.

It wasn’t a lie. I had come here to clear my head, which November nights in Blairville were excellent for.

In the corner of my eye, I saw her clench her hands into fists, coming toward me as if she hadn’t had enough of my knife.

The mere thought of tasting her again almost made me lose my composure.

“I know you and the other bloodsuckers don’t live here, but in your ridiculous fairytale castle!” I almost grinned, but I suppressed it. “And I know that if you’re alone, that can only mean one thing. You are hunting.In our territory!”

She sounded angry. I would have loved to see her face in daylight, because whenever this girl went ballistic, she mutated into a tomato.

“Unlikeotherson this campus, we can control our nature,” I replied unenthusiastically.

A stupid lie. But I looked at her with a steely expression. Adrian would have been proud of me.

“Control,”she pressed out and stopped a meter in front of me. “Something you’re trying to gain, but it’s not in your blood.” She shook her head. “You are bloodthirsty murderers.” My jaw tightened. “And I don’t even want to know how many lives you’ve already taken.”

There were so many words I would have liked to throw at her now. But then she would have realized that she had hit a sore spot. And the last thing I wanted was for the Copeland offspring to know my weak points.

Instead, I went with an honest answer to her first question.

“I was in the library.”

I enjoyed the night. It was the best time for me to study. And I took advantage of the fact that the Vanderwood library was open twenty-four hours.

Emely’s serious expression slipped. Now it was mockery and disbelief that flashed through her eyes. Her dark hair was blown through her face by the wind, making her look rougher, yet feminine.

“Are you trying to be funny? Then I have to disappoint you. Because you’re not.”

Emely was the epitome of a pain in the ass. If there were no problems, she found them. I was her enemy. What else could I be when – already in the baby crib – our families were beating horror stories about each other into us.

Right now, her hostile behavior was getting on my nerves. Or was it still her comment about my control?

“Now tell me...”

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