LOGINI don't feel like seeing anybody today. Thank goodness it's Saturday. I even turned my phone off since last night. Silas and Selene drove me home last night. We didn't talk much during the drive. Even Selene was awfully quiet. I stare at the ceiling of my bedroom moodily. I didn't sleep well last night, and now it's almost morning and I'm already wide awake. The scene from last night keeps replaying in my mind. I wonder if they've already left for Germany. Argghh…I feel like kicking something. Cold air blows in as my window slides open. Caspian! I jump out of bed and straight into his arms. His strong arms gather me close to him. "I have to see you before I go," he mutters against my neck. "I'm sorry about yesterday evening. I shouldn't have gone off like that." he apologizes. "I just can't stay without hurting any of my friends." "That's okay. I understand," I do understand, actually. I felt like hurting Vivian last night. Well, not like I can really hurt her. She's a ful
It's been five minutes since I'm lying here on a deep red velvet antique French Chaise lounge. I play Jeopardy music in my head. This shirt is a bad idea…maybe I should just jump him. I watch Caspian in fascination. How gorgeous he is. My fingers itch to smooth back a few locks of dark hair that fall over his thick eyebrows. His smoldering eyes moving up and down my body. I can feel the heat of his gaze burning my skin, then he shifts his eyes back onto the sketchpad in front of him. His hand is moving fast. The pencil snaps between his fingers. He quickly snatches another pencil from the jar of pencils beside him and returns his gaze on me. I start imagining things I could do to seduce him as I stare at his muscled arms, and shoulders, and back… My cheeks get redder with every image that I have in my head, my breath gets uneven. Then, I notice that for a while now, his hand isn't moving, and his eyes haven't shifted back to the sketchpad in front of him. My heart almost stops a
"So, do you want me to...uh, strip naked for you now?" I ask, restlessly playing with the hem of my shirt. Cuddly bunny and fuzzy slippers!!! I did promise him that I'd model for him today, but I meant after school. I guess he has another thing in mind. Caspian looks equally tense. The atmosphere between us changed in the car, the moment he suggested that I pose for him now rather than later. He took us home. Now I'm standing in his room, feeling like I'm about to die. I swear, my heart is trying to escape out of my rib cage and the whole zoo just escaped in my tummy. He blows a few locks of his silky dark hair that hang over his forehead. I suddenly feel like giggling over how nervous we both are. We both look like a couple of little kids about to do something we're not supposed to but then he is not a kid in anyway after all he is 180 years old. Actually, seeing how nervous he is, makes me feel a little bold. Just a little. "Okay," I say, bringing up my hands and start
Caspian picks me up for school this morning. The kiss he gives me as soon as I get in the car leaves us both breathless. Genevieve prefers to walk to school with her friends. I suspect that she's actually still feeling shy and intimidated by Caspian. When I step out of the car with Caspian, there are no wolf whistles or catcalls. They know when not to mess up with lycans, the royal ones especially. Caspian wraps his arm around me as soon as we're out of the car. We still get stares and people whispering as we walk by, but I try not to let that bother me. I'm feeling apprehensive about being around Vivian again. She was getting on my nerve last night. I don't know how long I can pretend to be civil around her if she continued to behave like a spoiled brat. All the lycans are already there when we arrive. It's still early, but the sun is already shining, promising a beautiful warm day. They are all sitting on the picnic bench outside. Caspian instantly steers me towards where
I take off my dress to change into my pajamas. My tummy clench at the sight of red marks all over my neck and my chest. I can almost feel his mouth on my skin. Just after I step out of my closet, I hear a soft tapping on my window. Selene! She's holding onto the window frame outside, grinning in through the window. I rush over and open the window for her. "That's very polite of you. Caspian never knocks, he just barges in whenever he wants," I inform her. Selene giggles softly. "I'm guessing he does that a lot," she teases me as she steps into my room. I can feel my face turning red. "It's not that I'm not glad to see you, but what are you doing here?" "I know how upset you were. I just want to see how you're doing," she says as she looks around my room. "Thanks, Selene, but I'm okay…" "Livana, you don't have to pretend with me. I know how you feel. I know what Vivian is up to." "I thought you and Vivian were friends," I ask her. Selene sighs and plonks herself on
"Red, Red, Red, Red…" sings Julian irritatingly. He's sitting by the kitchen counter, sipping wine from a crystal goblet. "Hah! You can keep calling me that. Imma calling you Costa…or Coaster biscuit. Yeah! Coaster biscuit…Coaster biscuit sounds sooo cute!" I exclaim. "Coaster biscuit sounds like a girl! You can't call me that! I'm a manly man," he argues. "I can't believe I'm listening to this," complains Silas as he tosses the salad. Caspian just shakes his head. Caspian is…well, I'm not really sure what Caspian is doing. So far he has his arms wrap around me and keeps nuzzling and kissing my neck from behind, making me giggle and my toes curl while I'm trying to stir the creamy mushroom sauce. Selene finds my exchange with Julian funny and giggling hard while trying to flip the meat in the pan. They've fired Lora, their fifth cook. Now I'm supervising
Lunch period was louder than usual, but maybe that was because Aurelia would not stop laughing long enough to breathe properly. She had been retelling what happened in class for the last ten minutes while Kane looked personally offended by our existence and Vesper sat beside him trying not to laugh
I regretted agreeing to Aurelia’s stupid plan almost immediately. The moment she walked into my room carrying three shopping bags, makeup, and the confidence of someone about to ruin lives, I already knew peace was no longer an option for me. “You still dress like you’re preparing for emotional win
The next morning, Aurelia arrived at my house with the energy of someone preparing for war. Not emotional support. Not comfort. War. She marched into the kitchen holding two coffees and a notebook an actual notebook. I stared at her from across the table, asking if I should be scared. "Yes," she an
I was trying. That was the embarrassing part. I was actually trying to feel normal again. The movie playing in the background wasn’t even interesting anymore, but Aurelia kept reacting dramatically to every scene like she deserved an award for emotional support. “That man is definitely the killer,”







