My head whipped over to him. “You’re lying. I can tell.”
He shot me a dirty look, but then erased it; I guess he changed his mind about fighting with me. “Fine…I think when he…bit you it might have awakened the blood thirst inside him.”
I gave him an unconvinced look. “There’s no way that could be true.” But I didn’t fully believe my words myself.
He raised his eyebrows at me questioningly. “Think about it. You were his first bite, and if anyone’s blood’s going to make a vampire go all blood crazy it’s going to be yours.”
“Why would mine do that?” I was offended. “There’s nothing wrong with my blood.”
“I’m not saying there’s something wrong with it, just that it’s very…energized,” he said, then quickly added, “Or at least I can imagine it is.” His grip tightened on the steering wheel, and I stared at the hand I saw him cut in the vision—the one when we were little and we made some kind of vow to each other. Forem.
I traced the barely visible scar on my hand. “What does forem mean?”
He dropped one of his hands from the steering wheel and tucked it to the side of him.”Why do you keep asking me that?”
“Let me see your hand.”
“Gemma, quit being weird.”
I looked down at my hand. The scar was so faint, I never even noticed it until I had seen the vision. “I saw a vision of us when we were little. You and I were hiding in that hideout—that’s how I knew where it was. Someone was yelling for us—I think it was you father—and I was scared to death because I didn’t want to leave, so you cut my hand and yours, and we pressed them together and said forem.” My voice trembled. “Right after that, I saw Sophia detach my soul.”
It went so quiet that I could hear the roar of the ocean. I wasn’t sure why I told him about the vision, I just did. I wasn’t expecting anything, but when he looked at me, his eyes were so full of sadness I thought he was going to say that he was sorry I had to see that.
“Gemma, I’m-I’m—” His eyes widened, and he was no longer looking at me, but to the side of me, out the window.
I followed his gaze, and saw Laylen rounding the corner of a bar, the flashing neon signs glowing against his pale skin as he walked by them. He was not alone, either. He was with a woman. Her long hair was tied up in a ponytail, and her tan skin was like a shadow against the night.
Alex made a sharp turn and ramped the SUV over the curb.
“Who’s that he’s with?” I asked, clicking my seat belt loose as the car came to a stop.
“I have no idea.” He turned off the engine, and we both hopped out.
There were a group of men loitering at the entrance of the bar, and the smell of their cigarette smoke stunk up the air. They made catcalls as we walked across the parking lot, and I moved around to the other side of Alex, putting him between the rough looking men and myself.
One of them made a very inappropriate comment—which I will not repeat—and Alex’s eyes lit with rage. He started to move toward the men, but I grabbed his arm.
“Now is not the time.” I tugged at his arm. “Come on.”
He actually listened, but his eyes did glint murderously when one of the men shouted something about him being a wussy boy.
Those men should really consider themselves lucky, seeing how I’m pretty sure Alex could beat the crap out of all of them without even getting a scratch. (He is a Keeper after all).
But all thoughts of those men immediately exited my mind when we rounded toward the back of the bar, and standing underneath the back light, right next to the dumpster, was Laylen.
And he was biting the woman.
Chapter 31
“Laylen,” I called out and he immediately let go of the woman. Her limp body hit the asphalt with a thumping noise that shot goose bumps all over my skin.
Laylen’s blue eyes were wide and he looked horrified as he glanced down at the lifeless body of the woman and then back at us. Alex stepped toward him, but Laylen put up a hand, his fangs gleaming in the light.
“Stay away from me,” he hissed.
Alex pointed down at the woman. “I’m just going to check to see if she’s