Page 192 of A University of Betrayal

The gleam in his eyes was abnormally captivating, so I looked at him a little too long before smiling.

“I’ve never seen anyone as excited as you,” I laughed softly.

The corners of Julian’s mouth relaxed a little, and he looked straight at me.

The wind blew through my hair again, making an unpleasantly eerie sound as it howled through the deserted corridors of the campus.

Then I felt something else,someone, close by...

Julian looked around in alarm. He must have heard it too.

“Bayla Adams,” a rough voice murmured, and I wheeled around.

There he was. The man who could have worked for a modeling magazine, but instead roamed the campus at night in black suits, chauffeuring rich spoiled snobs to university in Ferraris, making me take a step back and crash right into Julian’s inhumanly warm body.

I noticed Julian tense up, but then he stepped around me to stand in front of me.

But Bastien suddenly appeared behind me.

I wheeled around.

The Ruisangor man was staring at me with red glowing eyes. The moon illuminated his angular face dimly so that one half was in shadows.

His gaze triggered something in me. I couldn’t describe it. It was an alarming tingling sensation on my skin, all around my eyes.

“Didn’t I tell you to come alone?”

Julian only now realized that Bastien was standing right in front of me and turned around, ready to fight.

I grabbed his arm and motioned for him to stay behind me, looking to him, pleading, until he stepped beside me, his gaze... confused.

“Your eyes...”

What was wrong with my eyes? Had they taken on a life of their own again?

“Do you need any more proof that you’re one of us?” Bastien asked, his arms crossed behind his back. I saw a silver badge peeking out from his flat stomach, but I couldn’t make out the initials because his black suit jacket was slipping over it.

“Your eyes, your thirst for blood...”

“Has disappeared.”

Bastien looked at me indecisively. “That can’t be true.”

“But it is.”

He snorted discontentedly and came closer. “There’s something very strange about you, Bayla... Adams.”

Julian stepped closer, and Bastien’s head turned in his direction. His gaze grew darker, the glow more intense.

“You...”He stepped closer to Julian, and for a moment I was afraid they were going to attack each other, but the man had himself under control. He always seemed very composed and controlled. “You smell just likehim.”

Julian narrowed his eyes, and I didn’t understand Bastien’s reference until Julian forced out his answer. “I’m nothing like the pack.”

Bastien eyed him. “You actually look like him.”

Confused, I blinked.

“I’m not one of them!” Julian pressed out angrily, but Bastien didn’t seem to mind.

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