something that could make everything worse. And before I could do anything, he was sitting right beside me.
“Hi, I’m Tyler Jensen,” he said, hand extended out to me.
My senses were working overtime. This guy, this human guy, smelled amazing. There was one big problem, though. He was definitely not a donor.
8
Escape
I STARED DEEP INTO HIS GREEN EYES, unable to move my mouth. He was very good looking. I mean really, really good looking. He was maybe five eleven, slender, brunette, had a freshly shaven face with soft features, a square jaw, and eyes so brilliant green they looked like jewels. His short brown hair was messy, as if he’d taken his hands and rubbed his hair both ways out of frustration, then locked it in place with some type of gel or hairspray. It was actually a great style for men who wore it well, which he did. He wore slightly faded jeans and an off-white, button-up shirt with dark gray stitching that included a dragon head situated on his left pectoral. The sleeves were rolled just above his elbow, revealing a little muscle definition in his forearm. The top part of his chest peeked above an unfastened button, smooth and slightly sculpted. If Bronx came out here and saw me with this human, it would be huge trouble for us both.
My body cringed at the thought of Bronx. What a freaking monster he was! He was so violent, so inappropriate, and so evil. But what could I do about it? Here I sat, waiting for him to cool down enough to come out here and get me. When would that be? Would the security guards decide sooner rather than later to release him from that back room? He was friendly with every vampire in here, and that perhaps allowed him special privileges. Surely in just a few more minutes he’d be out here.
Panic seized me like sharp claws creeping up my spine, spilling into my neck. This guy couldn’t be sitting here. It was impossible for me to leave since the guards were watching me. I had to do something quick to make him go away. Nothing came to mind. I shook my head. “You can’t sit here.” It didn’t sound like I meant it: weak, not intimidating at all.
His head leaned sideways, probing me with his eyes. His lips curved slightly, half smiling. “And why would that be?” His voice was deep, beautiful. His hand still hovered in front of me, waiting for me to take it.
And why would that be? I didn’t have an answer. Think fast. “Someone else is sitting there.” Lie, lie, lie.
“Well, I can at least sit here until they get back. I’m sure whoever it is won’t mind.” He inched his hand a little closer.
I looked past him, toward the hallway in the back. The security guard was looking at someone’s ID. Bronx wasn’t coming yet. I glanced back at Tyler. I swallowed, hard, slow. “I’m um.” I gazed down at his waiting hand, then back up at his eyes. “I’m Abby Tate.” I grabbed his hand.
Like a bomb exploding, shockwaves blasted through my body. My world was moving, pulsating, changing. I wasn’t in the club anymore. I was somewhere else. I was dreaming, but it was real, and I was in it.
I was with this guy, Tyler, and we were driving fast down a road. It could’ve been a highway. There were bright lights all around us, flashing by as we passed. I was quietly sitting on the passenger’s side. He was driving and talking about something that seemed pretty important. His eyebrows furrowed as he spoke. “It’s the safest place we can go. I know you have a lot of questions and I promise I’ll explain everything.”
“I don’t think you understand how serious this is. Bronx will find me. He’ll track me down. There’s really nowhere I can hide from him. You seem to know more than you should, so please explain to me why you’re helping me. How do I even know I can trust you? What happened when I touched your hand?” I shoved my hair behind my ears, my eyes locked on him.
He glanced over. “Abby, you can trust me.”
Then, with no
“Hi, I’m Tyler Jensen,” he said, hand extended out to me.
My senses were working overtime. This guy, this human guy, smelled amazing. There was one big problem, though. He was definitely not a donor.
8
Escape
I STARED DEEP INTO HIS GREEN EYES, unable to move my mouth. He was very good looking. I mean really, really good looking. He was maybe five eleven, slender, brunette, had a freshly shaven face with soft features, a square jaw, and eyes so brilliant green they looked like jewels. His short brown hair was messy, as if he’d taken his hands and rubbed his hair both ways out of frustration, then locked it in place with some type of gel or hairspray. It was actually a great style for men who wore it well, which he did. He wore slightly faded jeans and an off-white, button-up shirt with dark gray stitching that included a dragon head situated on his left pectoral. The sleeves were rolled just above his elbow, revealing a little muscle definition in his forearm. The top part of his chest peeked above an unfastened button, smooth and slightly sculpted. If Bronx came out here and saw me with this human, it would be huge trouble for us both.
My body cringed at the thought of Bronx. What a freaking monster he was! He was so violent, so inappropriate, and so evil. But what could I do about it? Here I sat, waiting for him to cool down enough to come out here and get me. When would that be? Would the security guards decide sooner rather than later to release him from that back room? He was friendly with every vampire in here, and that perhaps allowed him special privileges. Surely in just a few more minutes he’d be out here.
Panic seized me like sharp claws creeping up my spine, spilling into my neck. This guy couldn’t be sitting here. It was impossible for me to leave since the guards were watching me. I had to do something quick to make him go away. Nothing came to mind. I shook my head. “You can’t sit here.” It didn’t sound like I meant it: weak, not intimidating at all.
His head leaned sideways, probing me with his eyes. His lips curved slightly, half smiling. “And why would that be?” His voice was deep, beautiful. His hand still hovered in front of me, waiting for me to take it.
And why would that be? I didn’t have an answer. Think fast. “Someone else is sitting there.” Lie, lie, lie.
“Well, I can at least sit here until they get back. I’m sure whoever it is won’t mind.” He inched his hand a little closer.
I looked past him, toward the hallway in the back. The security guard was looking at someone’s ID. Bronx wasn’t coming yet. I glanced back at Tyler. I swallowed, hard, slow. “I’m um.” I gazed down at his waiting hand, then back up at his eyes. “I’m Abby Tate.” I grabbed his hand.
Like a bomb exploding, shockwaves blasted through my body. My world was moving, pulsating, changing. I wasn’t in the club anymore. I was somewhere else. I was dreaming, but it was real, and I was in it.
I was with this guy, Tyler, and we were driving fast down a road. It could’ve been a highway. There were bright lights all around us, flashing by as we passed. I was quietly sitting on the passenger’s side. He was driving and talking about something that seemed pretty important. His eyebrows furrowed as he spoke. “It’s the safest place we can go. I know you have a lot of questions and I promise I’ll explain everything.”
“I don’t think you understand how serious this is. Bronx will find me. He’ll track me down. There’s really nowhere I can hide from him. You seem to know more than you should, so please explain to me why you’re helping me. How do I even know I can trust you? What happened when I touched your hand?” I shoved my hair behind my ears, my eyes locked on him.
He glanced over. “Abby, you can trust me.”
Then, with no
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