Who the hell is Kari? That sounds like a girl’s name.
Jealousy spears my chest, confusing the hell out of me. Why would I care if Saxon was dreaming about another girl? It’s not like I have feelings for the guy. Until a day ago, I didn’t want anything to do with him. And just because he gave me the best orgasms of my life, I’m not stupid enough to let that morph into affection.
I turn away, grab my purse from the floor, and sneak out of his bedroom without glancing back. The door closes with a soft click, which sounds much louder in the silent hallway. I don’t see a soul as I head to the ground floor, not even a familiar, which is pretty lucky. No one to witness my walk of shame.
The front door is not locked from the inside, and once I’m out in the courtyard, I pull my cellphone out. There are several missed calls from my mother, and even a couple from Miranda. My mother must be truly desperate to talk if she’s using my little sister to reach me.
Miranda left me a voice message, so I press the button to listen to it while I walk out of the dark mansion Saxon calls home. I can’t call an Uber from here. I’d like to keep last night a secret if I can.
Fat chance of that happening, Aurora. Everyone at Havoc saw you sucking face with Saxon on the dance floor.
Oh God. I hope there aren’t pictures. That would send my mother into a rage, and seriously destroy my image at Bloodstone. So far, I’ve been able to keep most of the douchebags away from me, but if word gets out that I hooked up with Saxon, I can bet I’ll be swarmed by a wave of horny Bluebloods trying to score a piece of the High Witch’s daughter. It’s like I’m a prize to them or something. Dumbasses.
“Hey, big sis.” Miranda’s voice sounds in my ear. “Where have you been? Mom is going crazy trying to locate you. Call me as soon as you hear this message. She’s not telling me anything, so I need to hear all the deets from you. Bye!”
I’m not surprised Mom is not talking. It’s her MO to be secretive. I’ll call Miranda later. She can’t help me get out of an arranged marriage, but she’ll listen to my whining without bitching about it. She’s the middle child and the most chill in our family of deranged witches. Niko is another story. A total brat.
When I finally reach a road with more traffic, I pull up the Uber app and get a ride. Miranda would pick me up in a heartbeat, but I’m not ready to disclose where I spent the night. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I’ll ever tell a soul. I’m not ashamed that I hooked up with Saxon, I’m ashamed I broke my own promise to never get involved with any vampire.
I find a medium-sized rock near the side of the road and sit down. It’s less conspicuous than standing like a hippie looking to hitchhike. I left in such a hurry that I didn’t even have the chance to check my appearance. Using the video app, I glance at my reflection, immediately cringing at my state. Messy hair, smeared makeup, redness around my mouth and chin. I look like a dejected groupie or a whore. I’m not sure which is worse.
Aiming the phone at my neck, I inspect the damage Saxon left there. Surprisingly, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. There are only two small incisions that are already healing. A slight throbbing begins between my legs as I remember the feeling of Saxon drinking my blood as he fucked me. I close my eyes for a second, shivering. That moment resulted in the best orgasm of my life. Now I understand why humans fill Havoc night after night in the hopes of hooking up with a bloodsucker. There’s nothing in this world that compares to a vampire bite. Nothing.
And I will never get to experience that again. I bet Calvin is awful in the sack.
Oh God. If we get married, I’ll have to sleep with that asshole.
My stomach coils violently as sudden nausea hits me. I lean to the side, throwing up everything I consumed last night while the same thought keeps running through my head in a loop.