I may be ancient, but I still look like I’m in my twenties. Not much older than he does.
The gift of immortality is its eternal youth.
Except, right now Ifeellike I’m as old as I really am.
Every damn inch of me aches.
Is this what it feels like to age?
I groan again, leaning against the wall, head spinning.
What the hell was in that drink? It must have been strong to knock someone likemeout.
I didn’t feel it until it was way too damn late.
And now…where the hell is my human?
I shove past the kid, stumbling across the empty bar, but there’s no sign of her anywhere. Not even in the women’s restroom where she disappeared who-the-hell-knows how long ago.
Damn.
Damn it all.
I slam the bottom of one fist into the wall, letting out a low growl.
“Um, sir?” asks the janitor kid from behind me. “I’m sorry, but I’m really gonna have to ask you to go.”
I let out another growl, slamming my fist against the wall again, so hard the bottles of cheap alcohol rattle behind the bar.
This is all my damn fault.
I let my guard down again, and now she’s in danger.
I don’t know which of my damn enemies got her this time, but whoever they are, they’ll have hell to pay when I find them.
When.
Because no way in hell am I letting anything bad happen to her.
“Sir,please,” the kid says, sounding younger with every bit of extra urgency. And I feel a little bad for him. “Please, stop hitting the walls. You’re going to get me in trouble.”
I crack my neck, letting out a low growl as I shove away from the stupid wall.
“Fine,” I mutter, storming toward the door. I don’t know who the hell owns this place or if they’re related to my human’s disappearance, but if they are, I’ll take care of them later.
Right now, what matters is that I find her.
You
You roll over on the hard floor of the cargo van.
Every inch of your body hurts.
And you’re starting to feel feverish.
Could this be because of all the distance between you and Ziros?
You feel drained, like you’ve got the flu.
