A Hot Guy in the Women’s Restroom!?
Mysterious Hot Guy
—Earlier in Your Apartment, While You Did Your Makeup—
First the so-called pajamas.
Nowthis.
She may just be a helpless little human, but I’m bound to protect her.
If she dies, so do I.
To think—all my power, all my energy, and it all rests onher.
It’s infuriating.
I pick up her phone, feeling the energy buzz through my hand. Everything here is electric. Stupid humans. Don’t they understand how easily it can be disrupted?
Maybe I can use that to my advantage.
Stay home?
Ha.
I may be bound to this weak little human until she sets me free, but if she thinks she can tell me what to do, she’s got another thing coming.
You
—The Present—
No way. You know how this ends. If you drink that wine, you’ll be down for the count.
But you don’t want to make a scene, so you smile politely at the server as she pours your glass, hoping your date won’t notice if you don’t drink it.
Alexander takes a long swig, swirling the red liquid inside as he narrows his eyes at the untouched glass in your hand. “Are you not going to try it, Miss Wintergreen?”
“Oh, I’m not a big wine drinker,” you say with as polite a smile as you can manage.
He frowns.
For an instant, his perfectly straight, white teeth look sharp, glinting menacingly in the low lamplight.
Wait, what?
Goosebumps prickle up the backs of your arms.
Then you blink, and his teeth are perfectly normal again. Perfectly perfect.Tooperfect.
There’s not even any wine staining them.
You open your mouth, intending to make small talk, but your phone buzzes again, and you lean sideways over your purse to check it as discreetly as you can.
It’s Mr. Mysterious Hot Book Guy.
Of course it is.
No Name:Hey human
