've tried hard to avoid Alaric but I feel like it's becoming im

brain was fried from trying to memorize property laws, but mostly from tr

to sleep and wake up as a normal girl again-the

a! Wa

us was standing by my old car, looking

to say to you,

d different, his eyes darting around. "I saw you getting into that silver car today

ur business. Get

u're just a girl from the trailer park with a pretty face. If you don't come back to my place tonight and talk this out, I'll

rror dawning on me. He was a na

thing to lose. Now

shaking roar

t was a massive black motorcycle, it moved into the parking lot, tires scr

the sleeves pushed up to reveal arms covered in thick, dark tattoos. He

s, I felt terrified at his frame. When he

ain. Who the fuck

dark mess, and a rough scar ran through his eyebrow and down his

's or Silas's. I can't help but compare because he looks like them but I'm sure they

s yelled, trying to sound tou

ne second he was ten feet away, and the next, he had Marcus by the throat

" the biker growled. He lifted Marcus off the ground by his

d out, grabbing the bi

uched him, the

k on my neck didn't just heat up-it burned my whole body. My k

otatoes. Marcus scrambled away, gasping f

making noise on the pavement, and pinned me against the seat of his motorcycle. He smelled

es-those same piercing, predatory blue eyes-scanning my face.

y body was betraying me again. I wanted to wrap my legs around his wa

up to my neck, his palm covering the mark

oat. I shoved his chest with everything I had. "No! I d

oping that someon

I'm not some... some toy you can just pick up! Stay away from me! All of you, stay away!"

hands shaking so hard I dropped them twice. Killian didn't chase me. He just stood t

reached my dorm. I ran inside, locked the door, pushed

osing m

re. The Biker. They weren't just similar. They had the exact same eyes. The sa

e? Am I in some game?

gain. I tried ignoring it, I had serious things to s

p the screen. A diff

ct, little bird. Try to run ag

that has a name beginning with

t me. I dropped the phone on the mattress as if it had burned me. My neck

ied clawing at the wound but it only made thing

n, I he

ted against my skull, harmonizing into a single,

ur

rything