“You’re right.”
Her knees are covered in dirt and leaves as we walk back to her cabin hand in hand.
“You never answered my question, though. Where do you all stay?” She asks.
“Ah, well that’s a secret, I’m afraid.”
“Are you going to the bonfire tonight?” she asks.
“I’ll be there. What about you?”
“I guess I can make an appearance.”
“Then I’ll be waiting for you,” I tell her.
She smiles and I watch her disappear into her cabin.
I’ve got it so fucking bad for her it hurts. The thought of her leaving sends me into a panic.
Between myself, Hendricks and Maverick, I hope we find a way to keep her, so she’ll never want to leave.
Chapter 13
Hendricks
Mav slept most of the day, healing his body from the extensive injuries he’d sustained trying to put that fire out.
No one has any answers to what happened with the fire, but I have my suspicions.
What is the likelihood that the room we’d just come from would burst into flames randomly. Slim to fucking none.
The witches are acting suspicious as fuck, but Talon doesn’t want to hear it. He wants substantial evidence, not half-baked theories and gut intuition. Though my gut is hardly ever wrong.
“Morning, princess,” I taunt as Maverick sits up looking dazed and disheveled. His dark hair is sticking up at odd angles and there’s a deep crease in his cheek from his pillow.
“Fuck off, dipshit,” he grumbles but I just laugh, tossing him a bag of blood to munch on. I’d managed to corner a frat boy with a stupid eagle shirt in the woods a drain him of our dinner. He was being a dick to our girl, and I couldn’t abide that. Thankfully, that part of the woods is dark enough to chance going out during the daylight.
When I first became a vampire, I thought a part of me would feel remorse for the lives I took, but being able to see exactlythe type of person I was targeting stopped any such questions in my mind. For instance, the dude I’d found cut off from his other friends had memories full of date rape and easily spent over a million dollars of his father’s fortune keeping his victims silent. Well, he wouldn’t be doing that anymore. I made damn sure of it.
He was nothing more than zombie food now. A fitting end to his parasitic existence.
Maverick throws his empty blood bag to the side, his mouth dripping with its contents.
“Do you have to be such a messy eater?” I admonish, rolling my eyes at him. For as old as he is you’d think he’d figure out how to keep his food in his mouth by now.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” he says with a wince, balling his freshly healed hands into fists. From the way he moves, I can tell that the skin must still be tender.
“You ready for tonight?” I ask, trying to distract his mind from the pain.
“Absolutely. I’m itching to see our girl again.”
Our girl.
Those two words stir up feelings inside me that I’ve been suppressing. Hope.
Hope that someone like me could find my missing link. While I love Maverick, I’ve always known that one day we would find our bride. Completing our eternal bond.
The thought of watching Lydia turn into one of us excites me more than I care to admit. I’ve always been guarded with my feelings, and for good reason. Life had brought so many disappointments, that is until I came here.
