VAN’S P.O.V.
It was 4:42am. The sun would rise in about an hour, according to Google, and I was already feeling antsy. Trapped. I could do my stupid vampire circus trick and teleport to another windowless room, in another building somewhere, if it got really bad. At least Casey couldn’t follow me if I did.
He was pissed about some interaction he had with some lady the night before. I couldn’t understand why. He was drinking her blood from a glass—whatever problem he had with her was presumably solved, but I wasn’t paying enough attention. I was watching security camera footage of Hazel, on Jesper’s laptop.
God, had she even noticed all these f*****g men leering at her? I was too busy to notice myself, f*****g with her head from the second I saw her, grappling with wanting to tear her ap
