thoughts.
“Let him go. If you care about him, it is the only way he will be safe.” He sounded genuinely concerned but I knew the one he was worried about was me. I rolled the idea around in my head for a moment and nodded in agreement. It was better Grayson was angry with me. It was the only way I could keep him safe.
“Come up with a plan?” I asked, wondering what Elijah had been up to. He nodded.
“We will dispose of the body on our way out of town,” he answered shortly and disappeared into my bedroom. I followed him into my room and watched him grab a duffle bag from my closet and begin packing it full of my belongings.
“I thought you said there was nowhere for us to hide?” I grabbed my sweater from his hands and placing it back in my drawer. The weather was too warm for it.
“There isn’t, but this is the first place they will look tonight. We need to buy ourselves some time,” he explained, grabbing some tank tops from my drawer and holding them up. I nodded at his choice and he slid them into the bag. “You should sleep,” he said as he stopped packing and eyed my tired face.
“How can I sleep-“I began to protest, but Elijah quickly interrupted me.
“You will need to be alert tonight.” He dropped the duffle bag on the floor at the end of the bed. “If you need me to make you tired,” he said in a husky tone as he stepped closer to me, his hands sliding around my waist. I smiled and leaned into him, kissing him softly.
His hands roamed over my body as his tongue parted my lips. His hand tangled in the hair on the back of my head and his mouth drifted to my ear, nibbling my ear lobe. I felt the sharpness of one of his fangs drag over the delicate skin, never puncturing my flesh but leaving goosebumps in their wake.
I was panting as he pressed his body against mine, licking and nipping at my throat. I should have been terrified but what I felt from him wasn’t hunger for my blood, it was a hunger for my body.
My hands slid up to his neck and I ran one of my hands through his hair and pressed his mouth harder against my throat. He growled as his fangs scraped my skin and I couldn’t help but think about the dream I’d had after tasting his blood.
“Eva,” he groaned as he reluctantly took a step back from me, his face twisted in pain. “I would hurt you.”
“I trust you,” I reassured him, but he shook his head.
“I don’t trust myself. I’ve already hurt you once.”
I sighed, my shoulders dropping in defeat.
“Rest,” he pressed his lips against my forehead before leaving me alone.
Chapter sixteen
The Plan
I awoke to the muffled sound of my cell phone ringing from inside of my purse. I yawned and wiped my eyes before moving Elijah’s arm that was strewn across me so I could get the phone. He must have waited for me to fall asleep before coming back to my room. I climbed out of bed and picked up Elijah’s t-shirt and slid it on, making my way to the kitchen.
I dug through my purse and found my phone just as it quit ringing. The caller I.D. read Daddy.
My finger hovered over the return call button as I wondered whether or not Grayson had contacted him. Either way, I would have to let him know I would be going out of town for a few days so he didn’t worry or send a search party looking for me. I rolled my eyes at the thought of his overreactions. I sighed aloud and pressed the call button.
The phone rang in my ear as Elijah traipsed lazily out of my bedroom in his boxer briefs. He ran his fingers through his hair and winked at me. I felt my heart flutter in my chest.
“Hello,” My father’s voice called through the receiver, catching me off guard.
“Dad… hey, it’s me, Eva.” I stuttered as I watched Elijah bend over looking in the fridge.
“I know who you are, Eva. My phone tells me,” he said with a chuckle and I rolled my eyes. He paused for a moment for me to laugh but when I didn’t, he continued. “So, anyway, Grayson called me. He seems to think you’re getting yourself into some kind of trouble. He said something