I could feel his eyes burning into my back. I wiped my cheeks with my hands, straightened my clothes, and smoothed my hair as I went. It was hard to resist the urge to look back at him.
But it wasn’t unbearably hard—who the hell did he think he was anyway? My God, vampirism had only exacerbated his f*****g audacity. To tell me I couldn’t dance, then to f**k my face, and then send me out into a vampire nest?
Incredible.
A vampire nest was exactly what this place was. He was right—the crowd wasn’t as dense. Now it was much easier to spot who was an undead, bloodsucking sort of-human, looking for their next meal.
I could see Erin at the bar where we’d been sitting earlier, leaning her head on her hand. She didn’t seem as concerned with the vampires tenderizing their midnight snacks all a
