“What do you mean?”
“I mean, Alex cares for you, and if you ask him in the right way, he might let it slip out if he knows anything.”
I let out a sharp laugh and it echoes around the abandoned parking lot. “I think you’re a little mistaken about how much Alex really likes me. In fact, sometimes I think he hates me, yet he feels obligated to be around me, to protect me.” Because of the electricity, but I keep that reason to myself since no one really knows about it.
Laylen looks at me disbelievingly. “Do you really believe what you just said?”
I shrug, resting my head against his shoulder as my eyelids grow heavy. I want him to wrap his arm around me and hug me so I don’t feel so distorted inside. “I don’t know what to believe when it comes to Alex. He’s confused me from day one.”
“Maybe that’s because you’re equally as confusing.” As Alex’s unemotional voice floats over my shoulder, every ounce of my oxygen dissipates.
I hyperventilate as I glance up at Laylen. He doesn’t look worried or upset or afraid. As a matter of fact, his face doesn’t register anything and it’s an eerie sight to behold.
“You know, I honestly shouldn’t be surprised,” Alex says, and I hear him walk up behind us. “I saw it in both of your eyes the moment you saw each other; you obviously have some sort of connection.” Jealousy drips into his voice.
“You shouldn’t,” Laylen calls over his shoulder. “You and I both know it’s inevitable. I will always screw you over, Alex.”
What are you doing? I mouth to Laylen.
Laylen shrugs. “Ask Alex. Ever since the day I turned, I’m nothing except an evil monster.” He starts to turn us around with his hand on my back. “Even though I’ve never actually done anything.”
“You’re a Vampire.” He’s right behind us, standing so close that I can feel the heat emitting from his body. That’s it, though. Just heat, no sparks or overwhelming electricity magnetizing me toward him. Wait. What happened? Where’s the electricity?
I plant my feet firmly to the ground to avoid turning around to face him, however Laylen has all the control at the moment and makes us turn around.
All I can do is tilt my head to the side, cover my neck with my hand, and hope that it’s dark enough that Alex can’t see the blood.
We face him below the stars and the crescent moon while Laylen has his arm around me. I feel out of touch with reality, unlike myself, as though I’m standing in a delusional world.
Alex’s attention immediately darts to my neck. “What’s the matter with your neck?”
“I have a kink in it,” I say stupidly, but I’m exhausted and can’t come up with anything better. “A really bad kink.”
From beside me, Laylen shakes his head and Alex’s expression hardens. “What the hell happened?" He reaches forward and, before I can react, he pries my fingers away from my neck.
At first he simply stands there, holding onto my hand, staring blankly at the wounds on my neck, two holes covered with dry blood. Blood is also smeared all over my chest area along with the scratches from where Laylen dragged his teeth. I can feel his pulse hammering through his fingers or maybe it’s my own. Usually I can feel us together, always in tune, but I feel detached. Numb. Connected to another and so very damn perplexed.
Alex’s eyes lift to Laylen. “What the hell did you do to her?” He steps forward, his grip constricting on my hand and cutting off the circulation.#p#分页标题#e#
“What you always thought I was going to do,” Laylen says evenly and, if I didn’t know any better, I’d guess he was doing it on purpose. “It’s what you’ve been waiting around for.” He inches closer to Alex while still holding onto my back and forcing me to move forward with him.
“Damn straight I was,” Alex growls and I slouch back. “I always knew what you really were. A killer.”
Laylen stiffens and his fingers press into my back, digging into my skin as if he’s centering all his anger to that one spot. They stand tall, breathing profusely, glaring at each other. I’m stuck in the middle and I know this is going to end badly if I don’t do something to stop it. I decide to take charge, even though I’m not sure who I’m saving.
Slipping out from underneath Laylen’s arm, I shuffle forward and position myself between them. I place a hand on each of their chests, the touch not fazing either of them, and then I shove them back. They barely budge, but it’s enough to divert their attention to me.
“First of all, I made Laylen bite me,” I tell Alex, steadily holding his gaze even though it’s terrifying to do so. Not just because of his anger, but because, without the electricity, I feel strangely out of my element, like I’m stuck in a temporary state of vertigo.