paper by risking their own necks, while those high and mighty tools sat back and hid from any real threats.
Which brings me to the prophecy. I was supposed to face and defeat all the bad guys. The sound of crickets chirping echoed off my skull, taunting me. How the hell was I going to pull that one off?
And the final layer of icing on the cake was the doozy of a finale between Gavin and I that kept replaying in my mind like an awful pop song on the radio repeating every half hour.
I opened up my senses to pinpoint him, but I knew it was useless. He was blocking me like he always did. He never wanted me reading him, and I guess now I knew that was probably to protect me from getting hurt. Rejection stung like a Queen B.
With him blocking me, the connection was weak. He was still in the city from what I gleaned, but at least I knew he was alive. Memories of him beat at me like a hurricane with gale force winds battering me until I couldn’t take any more punishment.
I loved the way we could argue for hours, but it was more like foreplay to us. I loved the amount of passion packed into the simplest of touches. I had never felt anything more real, especially when I was fighting vampires.
The hate I used to harbor was such an empty emotion. It was strange to think about it now. At the time, it was the only thing that drove me, the only thing I knew and understood. Then, Gavin entered my world and shattered every notion I ever had about what it meant to truly be alive. I have never experienced that amount of depth. Until meeting him.
A wrecking ball size bomb went off in my head at the realization, making me squirm in my seat.
Holy shit .
I was in love with Gavin West.
Maybe that should have been obvious, but to someone who has only known anguish and remorse her whole life, it wasn’t something I expected in a million years. It definitely wasn’t something I knew a vampire to be capable of. Then again, if I had been paying closer attention instead of resisting, I would have seen Gavin’s range of emotions and realized a vampire was capable of so much more.
The sharp bite of rejection clamped down even harder on my heart. I had no idea when or if I would ever see him again. The gnawing pain chewed through my chest and planted itself like a heavy and suffocating burden, one that brought a fresh round of agony with each inhalation. Things began to blur in and out of my peripheral vision. It was too much. The only logical thing was to shove it into that dark but very crowded corner of my mind. I blocked it all out and closed my eyes, praying sleep would wrestle my demons for me.
But who was I kidding? My demons were better fighters than me. I could try drowning them, but they were better swimmers. Sleep was an evasion tactic, and I was betting my demons were excellent at hide and seek. They’d find me anywhere.
After twenty minutes of restlessness, I conceded. My new vampire mind was far too sharp and efficient to need more rest this soon. However, during that period, the one thing it did require became glaringly obvious.
The sounds of beating hearts replaced the piercing hum of steel wheels over rails. The funky, musty scent was replaced by the sweet tang of fresh blood.
My palms rubbed against my legs before clenching into fists. If I could sweat, there would have been beads dripping down my forehead. Being trapped in a steel cabin with all these victims was not the most thought out plan. And I was supposed to get on a plane next. Perfect.
“Are you okay?” a woman’s voice broke through the blood rush behind my ears.
I whipped my head in her direction and feared she might notice the inhuman speed. She sat in the seat across the aisle, looking at me with concern.
“Whoa, your eyes…” she trailed off with surprise.
My teeth clenched with the effort not to expose the now protruding fangs. I stopped inhaling to keep the smell from invading the last of my remaining senses.
She appeared frightened, more for
Which brings me to the prophecy. I was supposed to face and defeat all the bad guys. The sound of crickets chirping echoed off my skull, taunting me. How the hell was I going to pull that one off?
And the final layer of icing on the cake was the doozy of a finale between Gavin and I that kept replaying in my mind like an awful pop song on the radio repeating every half hour.
I opened up my senses to pinpoint him, but I knew it was useless. He was blocking me like he always did. He never wanted me reading him, and I guess now I knew that was probably to protect me from getting hurt. Rejection stung like a Queen B.
With him blocking me, the connection was weak. He was still in the city from what I gleaned, but at least I knew he was alive. Memories of him beat at me like a hurricane with gale force winds battering me until I couldn’t take any more punishment.
I loved the way we could argue for hours, but it was more like foreplay to us. I loved the amount of passion packed into the simplest of touches. I had never felt anything more real, especially when I was fighting vampires.
The hate I used to harbor was such an empty emotion. It was strange to think about it now. At the time, it was the only thing that drove me, the only thing I knew and understood. Then, Gavin entered my world and shattered every notion I ever had about what it meant to truly be alive. I have never experienced that amount of depth. Until meeting him.
A wrecking ball size bomb went off in my head at the realization, making me squirm in my seat.
Holy shit .
I was in love with Gavin West.
Maybe that should have been obvious, but to someone who has only known anguish and remorse her whole life, it wasn’t something I expected in a million years. It definitely wasn’t something I knew a vampire to be capable of. Then again, if I had been paying closer attention instead of resisting, I would have seen Gavin’s range of emotions and realized a vampire was capable of so much more.
The sharp bite of rejection clamped down even harder on my heart. I had no idea when or if I would ever see him again. The gnawing pain chewed through my chest and planted itself like a heavy and suffocating burden, one that brought a fresh round of agony with each inhalation. Things began to blur in and out of my peripheral vision. It was too much. The only logical thing was to shove it into that dark but very crowded corner of my mind. I blocked it all out and closed my eyes, praying sleep would wrestle my demons for me.
But who was I kidding? My demons were better fighters than me. I could try drowning them, but they were better swimmers. Sleep was an evasion tactic, and I was betting my demons were excellent at hide and seek. They’d find me anywhere.
After twenty minutes of restlessness, I conceded. My new vampire mind was far too sharp and efficient to need more rest this soon. However, during that period, the one thing it did require became glaringly obvious.
The sounds of beating hearts replaced the piercing hum of steel wheels over rails. The funky, musty scent was replaced by the sweet tang of fresh blood.
My palms rubbed against my legs before clenching into fists. If I could sweat, there would have been beads dripping down my forehead. Being trapped in a steel cabin with all these victims was not the most thought out plan. And I was supposed to get on a plane next. Perfect.
“Are you okay?” a woman’s voice broke through the blood rush behind my ears.
I whipped my head in her direction and feared she might notice the inhuman speed. She sat in the seat across the aisle, looking at me with concern.
“Whoa, your eyes…” she trailed off with surprise.
My teeth clenched with the effort not to expose the now protruding fangs. I stopped inhaling to keep the smell from invading the last of my remaining senses.
She appeared frightened, more for
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