Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 44804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
The sigh of contentment is met with regret as my gaze settles on Vince and Veronica’s door. Taking a moment to shake out my hair, I wipe the grin off my face. This isn’t what Veronica needs. I can already feel the venom she would give me if I were to prance in with puppy love, no pun intended, written across my expression.
An image of her disheveled and broken appearance last night flashes in my mind and my heart drops, although my pace doesn’t slow. I have no business going to her with my happiness so damn evident. I clear my throat and compose myself before knocking hesitantly on the door.
Thump, thump, my heart is only given a single second before the doorknob turns.
Veronica opens the door slowly and raises her brows when she sees me. Given how well vampires hear, it’s obvious she’s not surprised to see me. Just surprised at the sight of my condition judging by how her gaze travels over my plain white V-neck tee and dark gray sweatpants. I was a bit too sore for jeans.
“Well, that beast didn’t take it easy on you, did he?” She steps away from the door, holding it open and allowing me to walk through.
My eyes widen at the sight of her in a deep burgundy satin robe. I nearly gape at her appearance. She looks just the same as she did yesterday—not during the ceremony, but before. The way she always looks, which is stunning. Her tanned skin is completely unmarked with the only exception being a very faint silver scar along her shoulder. I have to squint to make it out. Seriously? I look like shit, like my mate mauled me, and she gets to go back to looking like a runway model? Not fair. Swallowing the petty thought, I enter the room and feel slightly uneasy as she shuts the door behind me.
It’s only when I clear my throat to speak that I notice how sore it is. If I had to put money on it, I’d bet Veronica’s throat isn’t hurting either. As I part my lips, I note how casual she appears while she makes her way to the window. She doesn’t seem to be in distress like she was last night. She’s entirely composed. There are so many questions that beg to be asked. So many thoughts filled with compassion and empathy that stay lodged in the back of my throat. Nothing is as I thought it would be.
Devin was right when he said it’s complicated, and that’s in addition to the significance and difficulties Veronica being a vampire already brings.
Before I can speak, she gestures to a high-back chair in the corner of the room by a desk. “Sit.”
A brow of mine cocks up of its own accord. I hesitate and narrow my eyes, not liking her tone or the use of the word “sit.” Flashbacks of my first night with Devin run through my mind.
With a corner of her lips pulling up, she adds easily, “Please,” while gracefully lowering herself into the desk chair. She crosses her long legs, which causes the slit of her robe to fall open slightly, exposing even more of her. I glance around the room before taking my seat.
“Where’s Vince?” My posture mirrors hers, both of us resting our hands on the arms of our respective chairs. Suddenly, it feels claustrophobic in here even though it’s just the two of us.
I’m alone in a room with a vampire … although Veronica’s lips perk up again, no doubt at the sound of my racing heart, her dark eyes contradict her countenance. Her gaze holds a sense of mourning in them that I wish I could ease.
“I heard you were coming, so I asked him to get us coffee.” I don’t miss how she relaxes her posture, appearing far less dominating.
“You must’ve heard Lizzie and I are practically caffeine addicts.” I grin, but Veronica simply stares back without any trace of humor. “Thank you, though.” I’m quick to add, “That’s really sweet of you.” At the word “sweet,” her crimson lips curve upward and a small huff of a laugh leaves her.
“Yes, I can be very sweet.” The way she speaks makes me uneasy. Any semblance of ease vanishes. She stares back at me as though I’m her prey. I shift uncomfortably. She doesn’t seem to want my company, and I find myself regretting my decision to comfort her. She obviously doesn’t need it. I start to get up, but then that knot in my chest forms again. My hand flies to the center of my chest and I press on it to try to ease the discomfort.
“Are you all right?” There’s a trace of concern in Veronica’s voice.
Nodding my head, I plant my ass firmly back down in the seat. “It’s funny you should be asking me that, because I came here to ask you the same question.” As the words leave my lips, the hard pain dissipates, granting me freedom to breathe normally. Rubbing the spot, I’m amazed at how quickly it left me. I make a mental note to talk to Devin about what the hell just happened.