Zane POV ~
I was no longer in Simon's house but on a clock tower. The city's giant wall clock....standing at its peak.
My breath caught in my throat.
Below me were thousands of cars and trucks, swerving through busy intersections like tiny toys. The city buzzed with life, unaware of the terror clutching my chest.
I'm going to die, I thought in a panic, staggering backward. "Why the fuck am I on top of this thing?!"
My hands flew down, instinctively covering myself.
Yeah. I was still naked in public and on top of a fucking tower.
Then I heard Simon's voice....smooth and cold.
"I'm a vampire, Zane."
Just like that, i froze.
His voice sent waves of shock and terror spiraling down my spine, rooting me to the spot. I blinked rapidly, trying to piece together what he had just said.
A vampire?
No ...what the hell is going on?!
