Eve POV –
Okay. Something was definitely weird with Lucius.
Weird wasn't even the right word, if I was being honest. "Weird" was for broken clocks and creepy dolls with glassy eyes that followed you around the room. This? This was something else. Something dangerous. Something that crawled under my skin, burrowed into my bones, and made me want to run and lean closer all at once.
And I hated myself for it.
He scared the living hell out of me.
Not just the obvious kind of fear, the you're-a-blood-drinking-monster-and-I'm-the-stupid-witch-alone-with-you-in-the-dark kind. No, it was worse than that. Lucius scared me because, against every instinct screaming that he was a predator, a killer, my enemy… there was this stupid, traitorous tug inside me. A pull toward him.
Like some invisible string tying me to his orbit.
And gods help me, I was starting to like it.
What was wrong with me?
Scratch that — something was definitely wrong with him.
