Ben straightens the collar of his ghostly short coat. "This is for your own good. You'll see in time that this Jacques," he says the name like it tastes bad, "was only using you to get what he wants. Vampires are only after blood.""Not Jacques. He doesn't drink blood or even need it anymore-he's a
Ben's refusal to work with me to bring Jacques across the void hung in the air between us. "You can't mean-""My answer is no and that's final." Ben shakes his head. "I gave into you before about vampires and it cost me everything. I will not make the same mistake again."All the arguments forming a
"So, could you figure out how far whoever did this is?" I ask, but my mind was already going to Gwen. If she had the grimoire...maybe she was trying out new magic or she'd borrowed someone else's like she'd tried to take mine. But I didn't want to sway Nora and the others to my hunch in case I was w
The next morning, I sleep until noon, thankful that it's Saturday, but wake starving.Kiarr practices his sword in my room. "What do you miss most about being alive?" I brush my hair and my stomach rumbles.His bright blue eyes scan me from head to foot and back. "You need ask?""Not sex." I blush.
The chandelier which had fallen last night was gone. A single chain marking where it had been. Chunks of the ceiling were missing and the wind rustles plastic sheets covering the damage.I shudder, rubbing my arms. There was more damage in this area than I thought. It is where me and my friends had
Screams echo in my ears and all around me. Burning stench fills my nostril and I cough, choking on my blood. Then just as fast, the blinding pain vanishes.I sit up, panting, with my stomach in knots. My muscles ache from the tension of trying to hold back the attack."What happened?" Sam wheezes."
My throat suddenly feels so dry that even swallowing doesn't help. I hold myself as we walk back to my dorm room for privacy. Whatever Ben wants to tell me it can't be good. He's frowning and keeps looking over his shoulder.Is he going to break-up with me? My insides twist like I'm going to throw u
Sunday morning, I roll over and open my eyes when the mattress dips lower on one side."Morning, Brene," Kiarr says in that Viking accent that makes my toes curl. He brushes fingers along my brow and down my cheek and jawline like he's memorizing the shape of my face."Is everything okay?" I ask mor