Page 63 of Blood Day: Part Two
Thinking about him.
Dreamingabout him.
Long after the screams died and the remains were cleared.
Even as we landed again several hours later.
All I did was think of Cedric. His dark eyes. His beautiful grin—which I’d only seen flashes of during our brief time together.
I would have liked to see you smile more,I told him.Maybe I still will.
But as we exited the plane, I still couldn’t hear him.
Nor did I see him or sense him on our way to our new destination.
Another bus,I told him.This one without a number.
But Six still sat beside me.
A short ride took us to another walled-off compound, this one surrounded by trees and what appeared to be green earth.
Grass, I realized, recognizing it from pictures.
But there was no time to explore or touch.
We were ushered off the bus and directly into a building.
Down a set of stairs.
Into a room lined with metal cabinets.
“Leave your robes here,” a vampire instructed, pointing at the row of lockers. “Then strip and line up there.” He gestured to a door at the back.
Six and I chose to share a locker, as it seemed most of them were already full.
We put our clothes and robes inside and joined the line.
The door led to a shower area, which was full of prospects, many of whom I’d never seen before.From the other universities, I realized.
No one spoke.
No one acknowledged the vampires and lycans observing from the periphery, either.
But I could feel their hungry gazes roaming over us with interest, waiting for someone to break a rule. Waiting for a reason to punish. Waiting for a chance topounce.
I stepped beneath the freezing cold water and forced myself not to flinch.I miss your bathtub, Cedric,I thought.I miss your shower, too.
However, I stopped myself from thinking about it because the thought of Cedric in water brought back too many heated memories.
And the last thing I wanted to do was accidentally arouse myself while surrounded by these dark-minded creatures.
If they chose to fuck me, it would break my bond with Cedric.
Uprooting and killing my link to him.
My last petal of hope.
I swallowed.
