The Blood We Crave: Part Two (The Hollow Boys, #4)

by Monty Jay

I want her, I won’t deny that to myself. She’s the only person I’ve had any form of physical pull to, but that is all it is—a physical, biological response. That’s all it can be. Eyes are on my back, all with different questions, but none of them will get an answer. I can barely admit it inside my own mind that the reason I’d left, why I disappeared and why I came back, was because of her. All because of Lyra. To protect my bloody, cherry-flavored girl. If the copycat went after May, she is next on his list. If Odette Marshall figured it out, it won’t take him long. I can’t risk her. The closer I get to her, the more danger she falls into. “From you?” she asks, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “What are you going to do, kill me in my sleep?” “Don’t flirt with me like that.” I smirk, watching the color of her cheeks turn pink. Her anger doesn’t take away her desire for me. It’s embedded in her, and nothing I do will change that. I know because it works the same way for me. Our connection is a major inconvenience. “You don’t have another option.” She chews the inside of her cheek but stands a little taller than normal. “It’s my cabin or jail. Be thankful I’m offering it in the first place.”