Chapter 1:48 First A Vampire, Then A Viking, Now A Bloody Incubus, Xoxo Nyx
For all my upset the Viking didn’t even bother to chase me.
Just ran me off, and likely finished his breakfast in my friend’s home.
Even after a single weekend, I couldn’t imagine not seeing or talking to George again. I’m miserable, waffling between the insinuations and the facts. I haven’t told Nicky, I can’t. Not unless I want him to actually fly his broomstick here, and drag me back to Crest.
Maybe I do fall stupidly hard, ridiculously fast. I just feel that thing with George. Know somewhere deep down that she’s a lifetime kind of person.
In so many ways, her story, mine…… It makes me cling to the overwhelming and inexplicable feeling that somehow George and I really might have been separated at birth like we pretended.
I just need time.
Time to figure out me.
Time to figure out Alex.