Clare POV:
You'd think Reed storming out like some dramatic alpha drama queen would've meant peace and quiet.
Nope.
Not even twenty fucking minutes passed before I heard it—
Taptap.
The kind of sound that makes horror movie girls go check the window like idiots.
And of course, who else would it be?
The devil himself.
Blaze.
The vampire stalker prince with too many daddy issues and the emotional range of a brick.
Of course he would come slinking back in like the literal nosferatu he is.
Before I could even spin around and scream at him to get lost, bam—
Another presence.
A darker, more chaotic one bursting in like hell's own hound.
Reed.
Of course.
Growling at the door like he's rabid.
Eyes yellow and glowing like I'm the chew toy he's about to maul.
And Blaze at the window with his damn red eyes and those fangs out like some dramatic goth mosquito with anger issues.
And here I am.
On a bed.
In a curled ball.
Bleeding.
