26

SUNDAY

“Stupid asshole vampire and your stupid perfect face,” I grumbled to myself as I stormed my way around the deserted campus.

It was the middle of the night. The light of the moon bathed everything in a pale glow, buildings casting shadows across the grounds. Noah Blackthorne might’ve vanished without a trace three days ago when he ran from my room like a bat out of hell, but he still did dirty things to me in my dreams. Night after night, I woke with the memory of his lips on me, leaving me swollen, aching, desperate, and with no choice but to take matters into my own hands.

Thankfully, these Noah fever dreams happenedaftermy initial nightly rendezvous with my mother, who told me everything and nothing all over again. I was keyed up. Wound tight. Ready to snap. If I kept going like this, I’d die of exhaustion and dehydration before I ever had a chance to live.

“Something troubling you, Miss Fallon?”