“Hey, Pretty Human,” the charming but arrogant vampire bows to me.
My lips curl at the way he always over familiarizes his nickname for me. He does it on purpose. He knows how much it makes my illogical heart stutter, and he rejoices every time.
That’s why humans will always be weaker than vampires. It isn’t their supernatural speed or their immortality. It’s just humanity’s foolish nature to think that just because something isprettyit should bevalued. The man’s flawless white smile and shimmering eyes are a case in point.
“Prey.” His bizarre name is spoken flatly against my tongue. Carelessly. I want him to know that although he might make a shiver of uneasiness race across my body, he himself is nothing to me.
His tight fitted tee-shirt goes unnoticed, let me assure you. As does the way it rides up at the bottom, exposing lickable veering lines and just enough hair leading down the center of his hard stomach to make me choke on my own saliva like an old cat.
Completely. Un. Noticed.
Unkempt hair as dark as the night sky flits over his ice-cold eyes. A venomous sneer lingers in his gaze. The unnoticed shirt that hugs his lean frame is the same inky color of his locks, as are his jeans. And his boots, and probably even the arrogant underwear hugging his arrogant ass.
He’s my sister’s assistant… boyfriend? I don’t actually know.
But every month, when I come here to the Crimson City line to see my sister, this asshole has always accompanied her.
Except for today.
Because this time he’s alone.
“Where’s Kyra? It’s the sixth. Today’s our day.” The speculation in my tone can’t be helped. It’s something that has been ingrained into my very being. Doubt everything and everyone.
It comes from being paid to find out secrets. And everybody has at least one or two hidden away.
Mothers lie. Ministers cheat. And the boyfriend? He’s always guilty. If you were to call me and the word boyfriend comes up, we both already know what I’m going to find.
Vampires, they can’t be trusted at all. Not even a little bit.
This one’s no different.
He blinks his violent blue eyes at me. They’re pretty today, really. At least this time his eyes are not shadowed with the blood of his dinner lingering in his gaze.
They looked… gentle. And a little remorseful, if I didn’t know any better.
His dirty black boots scrape against the pavement as he looks away from me. The red line between us is a glaring notation. He doesn’t touch it.
Nor do I.
“Miss Vega cannot make it today. I’ve been advised to dismiss you this month.” There’s definitely something hidden behind those pretty prep-schoolboy eyes when he finally brings his attention back to me.
He can pretend to be proper and fake being polite,but we both know he isn’t.
A beat passes in silence as I pick apart his words, his stance, his stare, his every minute detail.
Dark circles rim his inky lashes. His already lean frame has a more careless slouch today, if that’s even possible. A tired sort of stance. And as for what he just said… No one knows that I meet my twin sister here on the sixth of every month. He didn’t say Kyra asked him to send me an update, he said he had been advised…
By whom?
Who else could possibly know about me?
No one. Kyra wouldn’t take that chance. She wouldn’t dare tell anyone about her human sister.
Just like I wouldn’t even tell our mother that Kyra’s didn’t actually die two years ago. That she’s alive and... Well… as close to alive as an undead monster can be anyway.
So the bigger question isn’t who knows and who sent him, but…
“Why isn’t she here?” I take a single step closer to the dangerous line that to the average eye would be overlooked. And because of the magical spell interwoven with that line, it would naturally be avoided by the more oblivious of my kind.
