Page 8 of Bloodmoon Hit
I couldn’t help getting the visual of him fighting those other vampires out of my head, or the fact he’d killed them all. Lastnight, I thought about it. I should’ve felt scared or feared for my life when it came to him, but he made me feel none of this. Sure, I’d been nervous and initially scared of him, but still, I hadn’t feared him. He killed those vampires who’d have hurt me if given the chance. I knew this and came to terms with it.
There was no doubt in my mind that Aziz was dangerous. A shiver courses along my spine at his name in my mind. He had a beautiful, thick voice to go with the look of him. The way he came at me, wrapped his arm around my waist, and kept me from falling backward, it made me feel something entirely different. I felt desire. I would have loved to have kissed him, or that’s what I thought at the time. It’s the reason I walked away from him so abruptly. I fought the urge to do something so idiotic.
I mean, who wants to kiss a man after witnessing what that said man just did? To make matters worse, he didn’t even look upset or sorry for what he’d done.
“Earth to Jett,” Arely sings and waves a hand in my face. “You going to stay in la la land or rejoin me and answer me about the man you seem to be daydreaming about?”
“I’m not daydreaming,” I lie. I know I was totally daydreaming she doesn’t need to know that.
“You’re the worst liar in the world, you know that.” She snorts, shaking her head. “Just admit it, you were thinking of a man. Tell me, did you kiss him? Did you finally lose your virginity?”
“Shhh,” I snap, slapping my hand over her mouth and darting a look around to make sure no one heard her. “I swear you and your big mouth are out to get me sometimes.” The last thing I need is for someone to have heard her talking about my virginity.
“What?” Arely bats her eyes, trying to look all innocent. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
I roll my eyes at her and shake my head. “Just don’t do it.”
“Are you going to answer my question then? What were you thinking so hard about?” she asks, that smile of hers going back in place on her face.
“Ugh.” I throw my head back and stare up at the darkening sky. A part of me wonders why I’m standing out here now. Is it because I’m hoping by standing out here, he’ll find me again?
“I’m waiting?” Arely says, urging me to come clean.
“Fine, yes, I ran into the most beautiful man I’ve ever met in my life.”
“I knew you would.” She laughs and claps her hands excitedly.
“But he’s not just a man, he’s a vampire.”
“Soooooooooo . . .” she draws out.
“So . . . what? There’s nothing else to it. I walked away from him and went home.” I give her the rest of the details on what happened and how I’d run into a bunch of other vampires while out for a walk. “Evidently, those vampires were lying in wait for me to walk by. He killed them right in front of me.”
“Whoa,” Arely murmurs, eyes wide. “What happened next?”
“We talked for a few minutes, he told me his name, asked mine. Words were exchanged, and I walked away.” Okay, so he also saved me from tripping backwards and falling on my ass. I’d been in his arms for a good moment and really liked it.
I mean, I really, really liked being in his arms. The feel of the strength in them, knowing at any moment he could use that strength against me, had been exhilarating.
“So, you just walked away from him? No looking back? No getting his phone number? No finding out more about him?” Arely seems almost disappointed as I shake my head to answer her question.
“I know his name and I’ve seen him before going into Dyrk.”
“You have?” She cocks a brow and watches me closely. “You’ve seen him before?”
“Yes,” I answer slowly.
Arely’s eyes seem to glaze over for the briefest moment, and she smiles brightly. Oh no, what is she seeing?
Wait. I don’t want to know. Nope, I don’t need to know.
Once her eyes return to normal, she blinks and focuses on me once again.
I raise a hand to stop her. “I don’t want to know. Whatever it is, don’t tell me.”
“Oh, I wasn’t going to anyway,” Arely says with that singsong tone she gets whenever she knows she’s got something interesting and juicy she wants to share but doesn’t. It used to drive me nuts when she did that, but I got used to it. Though it still annoys me . . . sometimes.
Looking up at the sky again and then down to my watch on my wrist, I sigh. “I’m going to head home.” It’s not like I’m really doing anything out here anyway. I’d just been walking around the center of downtown.
