Had I not just wondered what it would be like to kiss him? I’d thought about it, but I was too angry with him at the time to even seriously think about it. I’d pushed what I felt aside. And now here he was, kissing me. So I did the only thing a sane person would do in this situation. I kissed him back.
I threw myself at him with such as intensity it shocked me. My heart pounded fast in my chest, in an entirely good way. Pressing myself closer to him, I slid my hands up his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck. My fingers flicked through his hair. His own fingers ran along my body, and his arms circled me, pulling me tight against his chest.
His lips were exactly like I’d imagined them. Soft, gentle, yet oh so strong. They moved against mine, sending chills down my spine. My mind raced and I absolutely loved it. He backed me up until I hit the couch, then he tipped me back until I was lying down on it and hovered over me.
Somehow his shirt ended up on the floor, and as I trailed my fingers down his bare chest, I felt him shiver. His skin was soft under my fingers. Slowly I pushed him up off me, so that we now sat on the couch. We were still kissing; his hands were around my waist and mine on his shoulders.
Our lips moved together, completely in sync and it was something I’d never experienced before. Every part of me called for him. My mind, my body and my heart. All I saw and felt was him.
His hands, which had moved to cup my face, slowly moved down my body until they rested at the bottom of my tank top. He started to pull it up. And I let him, I wanted him too. His fingers brushed the bare skin against my back, this time making me shiver. I took my arms from around his neck and stretched them up over my head. Logan pulled my shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. There I was, in only my skirt and my bra, and I'd never felt more comfortable in my life.

Then with one hand behind my neck and the other on my lower back, he lowered me gently back down onto the couch. At this point my breathing was heavy, as was his, but I didn’t care. I continued to kiss him and I don’t think I ever wanted to stop. How far did I want to go with him? All the way? Was I ready? Looking into his eyes, I realised I was. I wanted to be with him. Really be with him.
Maybe he saw that because, with an expression that was both serious and still filled with the passion we both felt, the hand that had been at my neck slid down over my hips until he gripped the hem of my skirt. And then, holding my gaze, he started to carefully push it up my legs.
I brought my own hand down from his shoulder and placing it over his, helped him hike up my skirt. I felt him smile against my mouth and the hand that had gripped my skirt let it go, and catching my hand in his, pulled it up, over my head and pinned it down against the couch, intertwining our fingers.
Then, as he traced circles on my palm, he brought his mouth from mine and started to kiss my neck. I sighed and tilting my head back, closed my eyes. His lips were like silk against my skin as he kissed down my neck, then my shoulder.
I felt like I might explode. I’d never felt like this or wanted someone as much as I wanted him. I didn’t think it was possible. And yet, here I was. Running my hands along his back and feeling his lips on my skin, my entire body felt like it was on fire. In a completely good way. How was it, that one person could have this affect on me?
His lips met mine again and I lost my train of thought. I was lost in him. His hand that wasn’t holding mine brushed my hair from my face. My fingers slipped from his back down onto his stomach, and still kissing him, I started to unbuckle his belt.
He didn’t stop me, only started kissing my neck again. I heard him sigh. Fiddling with his belt, I felt..... a vibration? Something inside his jeans buzzed before a loud beeping shattered the silence, surprising me.

“Damn it,” he muttered. Heaving himself off me, he leant back against the side of the couch and poking inside his front pocket, pulled out his pager. He looked down at it, a bewildered expression on his face. We were both still feeling as we had a few seconds ago. He stared at it for a long moment, blinking, before looking back at me. “I, I have to go,” he said slowly, his eyes filled with a longing expression. He wanted to stay, it was written on his face. “I’m sorry.”
I was lying down on the couch, still partly under him. I nodded, unable to speak. What was wrong with me? I felt very vulnerable and insecure. Oh, I knew why. I was worried. Worried that we had been caught up in the moment. Or if I was honest with myself, that he had. I couldn’t even begin to guess how he’d act now. Would he want to forget that this even happened?
He was still looking at me. My feelings must have been written on my face, because he smiled at me gently, before thoughtfully brushing my hair back again. His fingers on my cheek tingled and I felt my face getting hot. Then he leaned down and kissed me with such force it took my breath away. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him down to me.
He kissed me for a long time, before starting to pull back. I still held on and this made him laugh. It was playful laugh I’d never heard from him before. It made my heart squeeze. This wasn’t the same Logan I had been getting used to. And knowing that made me so much happier. And I was happy. I honestly was. If I’d had wings I would have flown away.
He leant down, kissed me one last, quick time on the lips and stepped back. He pulled his shirt on over his head. “We’ll need to talk about this later,” was all he said as the moved towards the door.
I sat up on the couch, watching him go.
He paused, the door open and his hand on the handle, and turned to look back at me. “Oh, Roxi.” His mouth tugged up at the corners. “I’ll be back.”


I felt my heart contract, beating fast. “I’ll be waiting,” I told him. He flashed me a smile that was both cocky and playful before he turned back to the door. This was a side of him I don’t think I’d ever seen. I wondered if anyone had. He was light and carefree. He seemed happy. Thinking of him like that was enough to make my body shiver.
Reaching over, I quickly scooped up my tank top, pulling it back over my head and then as he walked out the door, I collapsed back into the couch, staring up at the ceiling. My mind was spinning. A thousand different thoughts floated in my head. I was insane. He was insane. I was a vampire. He was a vampire hunter. What I felt for him was insane, and I was crazy for feeling it. And yet.... I couldn’t deny it. Not anymore. I’d been feeling it for so long, and it had been slowly growing.
But it was so much more than an attraction. It went way beyond anything physical. What I felt for Logan, it was a connection. It was a connection between us that was so deep; it was buried inside us both. I was able to look at him and see that he wasn’t the person who he so desperately wanted people to believe he was. He wasn’t heartless and although he could be cold, I knew he was only that way so he could survive. If people knew he was any other way they’d walk all over him.
And with me he let his guard down, let me see the person he was. And I wanted to know more. I wanted to know everything there was about him, everything he kept hidden.
And when he looked at me, I knew without a doubt he saw me. Saw though any walls I had up, and saw me for who I was, not what I was. And, I was beginning to realise that maybe what I was didn’t matter to him. And that thought, oh, it was enough to make me dizzy. He made me dizzy, and nervous, and excited, and happy, and so many things.

But I wasn’t naive and I wasn’t stupid. What I felt, what I’m sure he felt too, was dangerous. We came from different worlds and were ultimately enemies. We couldn’t feel what we felt. But we did. I did. I knew the challenges we’d face if we even considered being together, knew our differences, and yet none of that mattered. Not to me. Not anymore. All those things, they weren’t important. They were small issues when I thought about what I felt and how he made me feel.
Suddenly everything I’d held back for him, the feelings I had for him, burst through. Thing’s I’d kept buried, even from myself. Oh god, I thought. I knew what it all came down too. And it wasn’t something that I could deny. Not even if I’d wanted too. And I didn’t. It was something that both terrified and thrilled me. It was that, despite our differences, despite everything that would threaten to keep us a part, I knew in my heart I was falling in love with him. No, I thought, that was wrong. I was in love with him. And every second I knew him, every second I spent with him, I found myself falling deeper and deeper.
I found myself loving him harder and stronger. I’d never known someone like him. Someone who was as strong and as brave as he was. I loved him for that. Somebody who could make me angry and furious and yet made me want to melt a second later. I loved him for that. He was also caring, I knew really cared for me. And still I loved him more for that. He made me feel amazing, made me feel feelings I’d never known I had, and that I’d never wanted to feel before. And again, I loved him for that.
I was in so much trouble, I thought. I was laughing now. I couldn’t help it. I was still lying on the black couch, laughing hysterically at myself. How could I do this, a part of my brain screamed? He was a hunter and loving him was putting my entire covenant in danger. But he’d never hurt me, I knew that, and I had to believe that he wouldn’t hurt them either. Maybe I really was insane, I thought. Oh, but I didn’t care. Not really. I’d take insanity, with Logan any day, if it meant that I could continue to feel this way about him.
But what about him, I suddenly thought. I stopped laughing. What if he didn’t feel for me as deeply as I did for him? What if he wasn’t willing to risk the same things I was? And what exactly was I willing to risk? My reputation within the covenant? Yes, I was willing to risk that. But what else? Was I willing to risk my life? My mind flicked to the prophecy, but I shook my head shaking any thoughts along those lines away. Don’t even go there, I told myself sharply. Do not take that stuff seriously.

Just because Father Riley believes doesn’t mean you do. Oh, I thought. Father Riley! What would he say? What would he do? He already thought that Logan was going to be my death, and now, if he knew. He’d be absolutely miserable. He’d think I was suicidal, I thought dryly. And maybe I was.
I hadn’t even thought about the ramifications I’d get, for feeling this way, from my covenant? I was sure I could get Claudia and Callie to understand. I’m also fairly sure I could convince Quintenn and Ben but everyone else... they already had issues with the hunters. What would knowing that I was in love with one do to them? I wasn’t sure they could handle it. We had to work with them for our mission. I couldn’t jeopardise that. Not even though I loved Logan. Or could I? Was I actually willing too?
Micah! Oh, god! Micah! What would he do? I recalled his reaction the day before. He knew, I realised. He saw the look Logan and I shared. He knew what we felt, even before we were actually sure of our feelings ourselves, before we acted on them. He’d known and that’s why he’d made the point he had. It had been for me, but it was also for Logan. And Logan had understood that.
My heart stopped. Back in the room when I’d first woken and he, Claudia, and I had talked, he’d understood the point Micah had made, about him staking a claim. He knew Micah was telling him something. Back off, that I was his! My heart felt cold. What would he do to Logan if he knew what I knew? Knew how I felt. Would he harm Logan? Logan was a big, tough vampire hunter who could protect himself, but I still hated the thought that I could put him in danger.
What were we going to do? How could Logan and I be together? And I wanted to be with him. I honestly did. I wanted to learn more about him and to have him learn everything there was to learn about me.
“Hey,” Claudia’s voice ripped through my thoughts. Her voice was tough and hesitant and I was instantly on alert. I looked up at her. “There you are Rox. I’ve been looking for you. Have you been here the whole time?” Her eyes were tight and her face grim.
“What’s wrong?” I could see it in her eyes.
“Nothings wrong. Actually it’s something good. We got some information on Micah.” She smiled a dry smile “Apparently he’s been resting just outside town after his attack on you. His defences are down because he expects us to be looking after you. And we're going after him. The hunters are getting ready. Roxi, this is it, I can feel it. Things can finally change.”
I was looking down at the couch. It made sense now. Logan’s page. They were getting ready and they wanted him to lead them. It made sense. He was their leader. I had no reason to be worried, about him or anyone else. But I still was, I couldn’t help it. But I was also thinking good things too. This whole Micah thing could be finally over. If it was an easy attack we could win. It would be all over and things could finally change.







And things would change. That coming night turned my world upside down, and destroyed it in a way it wouldn’t ever recover from. I had no idea what was about to come and sometimes I think now, that maybe if I had known I could have saved lives. But I didn’t, and there was no way to change what was about to happen.