I’ve gotta hand it to him.
The kid’s got a mean stare.
“Oh, yeah?” I lean back on the far wall, matching his glare. “Care to elaborate?”
“Yep.” He smirks, and he almost looks a little evil when he says, “It’s obvious: You’re in love with her.”
45
A Very Scandalous Way to Free the Hot Guy
You
All night, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about what the old sorceress said.
You still can’t believe she said something like that so easily.
Something so scandalous.
At least, you’ve never heard someone in her age bracket talk so candidly about sex before.
It’s so easy to imagine elderly folks are all pious and repressed, the kind of folks who might freak out if they knew half the things young people do.
But of course they were once young people, too.
And still young at heart.
Aging is strange like that.
Now, lying awake in this strange cult town in the middle of the high desert far from home, you can’t help but think about Ziros and what it must be likenotto age.
Immortality always sounds like a gift until you really stop to think about it.
But you’ve read enough vampire romance novels to know it’s not always the case. Often, the heroes end up lonely, the only immortal in a world filled with humans.
Or if not the only one, still struggling because they ultimately end up falling for the of-course-very-human female main character.
Maybe…
What if that’s why Ziros has been keeping his distance from you all night? Or is that too self-centered to assume?
Even now, though you offered to let him share your room, he’s sleeping on the couch downstairs.
You roll over, struggling to get comfortable in the bed that isn’t your own.
You’ve got your phone back, at least.
Ziros found your purse outside where you were kidnapped, but the screen has a giant crack in it from where it was—apparently—stepped on.
You sigh, holding your phone up above your head.
There’s no cell service here.
You’ve got a text set to send to your boss as soon as you get in range, and hopefully she won’t be too upset that you’ve missed work without notice. At least, you’re pretty sure she won’t be once you’re able to see her in person and tell her the full story.
“Sorry, I was kidnapped. Tell you the details later,” is what you thought about sending, but instead you opted for something a little more…vague.
Because mentioning being kidnapped sounded way too dramatic yet too simple at the same time every time you tried to type it out.
