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Do I care? Not in the slightest. Never fucking have.
Ever since Evie was sixteen and she walked in on me hooking up with a girl at a high school party she knew she wasn't supposed to be at, I knew I would make her mine. Her soft doe eyes, wide with embarrassment, her plump lips pulled tight between her teeth, and her body vibrating with desire was enough for me to truly see her beauty. I don’t know what it was about that moment, but it was like a lightbulb switched on above my head and I saw the real her. I no longer saw the little girl who liked to choreograph silly dances and ask annoying questions. I saw a woman who took my breath away and made my heart beat erratically by simply looking at me through her long lashes. It was enough for me to push the eager girl trying to hook up with me away without a second thought and take Evie home before her brother saw her at the party.
From that moment on, I swore I would protect her, and make her mine. And I don’t plan on going back on that promise anytime soon.
“Yeah, I get it,” I finally respond to Miles. “Do what you have to do.”
He nods, leaning down to collect his gym bag off the ground beside his feet. “If I don’t see you in the kitchen tomorrow morning, you’ll know why.”
I clap him on the back as we turn to walk out of the locker room. Most of the guys have already left, leaving us and a few stragglers behind. Luckily for Roman, he didn’t stick around, otherwise, I would have had to resist slamming his head into his locker.
We walk down the long corridor to the back entrance of the stadium. The humid air is warm against my cool skin when we step outside. I wave to Miles as he turns to walk toward his car in the parking lot. I parked on the other side of the lot, so I made my way toward my sleek black motorcycle parked alone. All the other vehicles had left.
I listen to the crickets chirping in the bushes beside my bike as I take my leather jacket out of my gym bag and slide it over my arms. With Miles being out of the apartment for the night, I’ll be able to indulge in some much-needed blood to refuel all the energy I exerted during the game. With how long our stock is, I have to be mindful of how much I have. I may have only fed a couple of hours ago, but I need to keep my energy up when I can. Rooming with Miles makes feeding a lot more difficult because I have to hide my stash and drink whenever he’s not home.
When the Black Rose opened in Pullman a few months ago, I could not have been happier. I heard about it through Ethan, who heard it through some other connections he had in town. We don’t know much about the owner, other than he’s a vampire, because he wants to keep his identity a secret. He opened the bar as a way for vampires in the area to feed safely on willing humans, and then compel them to forget that we exist. Many vampires were being discovered by hunters due to their recklessness when feeding on humans without consent, and it was becoming a problem in the vampire community. Creating a safe space for vampires to feed has allowed many of them to remain hidden and safe.
I would never make such a mistake because the last thing I want is for my kind to be exposed to the world.
Up until the past few weeks, the vampires in the community were staying well hidden because of the Black Rose. But somehow, a new hunter in town is managing to track down vampires and kill them. Almost as if they know who they’re looking for. Whoever it is, they are smart for staging the murders as some kind of satanic ritual and not the work of a vampire hunter.
But I’m not stupid. I know it’s a hunter coming after us. I just don’t know who.
“Jaylen,” a soft voice says from behind me.
I whirl around to see Amara standing with her hands clasped behind her back, pushing out her tits in the tiny white top covering her chest. She reaches up to flick her white-blonde hair over her shoulder as her eyes bore into mine.
I bite back a groan of annoyance. When I slept with Amara at a frat party a few weeks back, I should’ve seen the signs and stayed the fuck away from her. She has been obsessed with me ever since, and it’s getting on my fucking nerves. I'm always getting calls and texts from her at random times throughout the night, asking if I want to come over. I never answer because I don’t want to fuck her again. She wasn’t a bad lay—her big tits are phenomenal—but I don’t go back for seconds. At least, not in this case.
But it seems she doesn’t know how to take a fucking hint.
“What do you want, Amara?”
She shifts on her feet. “I wanted to congratulate you on the game tonight. You did great.” When I don’t say anything, she continues, “And I wanted to check that you’ve been getting my calls and texts.”
“I have.”
“Oh,” she says, her shoulders sagging slightly. “Well, I’m glad I was able to catch you before you left. Do you want to come over tonight?”
“No,” I say, turning my back to her. “I’m not interested.”
“Are you sure? I’ll make it worth your time.”
I snort, shaking my head as I slide my leg over the seat of my motorcycle, the cool leather sliding against the back of my thighs. “I doubt it.” She may have been a decent fuck, but she’s shit at giving head, so going back for seconds wouldn’t be worth my time.
“You’re such an asshole, Jaylen,” Amara huffs before storming away, heading toward the main road.
Before I can slip my helmet over my damp hair, I smell the all-too-consuming scent of lavender and lotus that drives me fucking wild.
“Trouble in paradise, I see,” Evie says as she steps under one of the street lamps, having walked into the parking lot from the entrance on the main road, passing Amara. “I never thought I would see the Jaylen Black having girl trouble.”
My eyes rake over her delicious curves and slim waist in the black denim shorts and black cropped top she’s wearing. I don’t miss the large cocktail glass in her right hand that is half-empty or the way she slightly stumbles over her feet as she approaches me.
“That was nothing,” I say, watching her carefully. “Why are you here, little angel? Came to see me?”
Evie rolls her eyes and flicks her long hair over her shoulder. “In your dreams. I wouldn’t want to inflate your already large ego.” Her words are slurred, but I can still make out what she is saying.
Did she leave whatever bar she was at to come back to the stadium? Why?
