Eve POV
I shut every curtain in the cottage as if the thin fabric could actually keep the monsters out. As if the little lock on my door mattered to creatures who could move faster than shadows and bend wills with their eyes.
Okay. Breathe.
The issue with Marcus and Drake was over. At least for now. I'd spent the whole damn day weaving through hallways like a fugitive, ducking into classrooms, juggling stacks of papers as if "too busy" could become my magic shield against vampires. And somehow, by some miracle, I'd survived it.
But that was only the warm-up.
Because now? Now I had bigger monsters to face.
One ancient vampire. One midnight meeting. One fate I was probably too stupid to avoid.
And in the meantime? A stubborn, secretive, loudmouthed talking cat glaring at me from the corner of my bed like I'd just announced I was going to sell my soul.
