Chapter 37

Paul was sitting on the porch swing, leaning forward, his blue eyes shimmering in the moonlight as they watched my every blink. Blond straggly hair brushed the striped sleeves of his bowling shirt, the shoulders of which seemed wider, his form larger and more commanding. As if he were gaining in power.

"Hey, Paul," I said casually, more as a warning to my three vamps to stay put inside the doorway.

They tensed out of the corner of my eye. Sawyer brought his thick arm up to block the other two where they stood and stepped onto the porch, his steps light for his massive size.

Paul sat between them and me. He could get to them before I could. Yes, they were vampires, but he was this dark unknown. No one knew what he was capable of. Yet he didn't seem to notice Sawyer on the porch with him. Or didn't care to. He only had eyes for me.

"Fancy meeting you here," he said. Instead of the ancient, rustic voice he'd had just days ago, it now boomed loud and deep.