Falling

by Christina Lauren

he was oblivious in the way that so many guys were: He was willing to put in the effort, but only if she told him precisely what that effort entailed.

“How old are you?” He looked surprised; obviously this wasn’t where he expected her to start. “Twenty-five.” And she’d expected him to be honest. “Yes, but how long have you been twenty-five?” Brigan grinned, saying cheekily, “A while.” A laugh burst out of Cat’s throat. “Is this your way of admitting to me that you’ve read Twilight?”

“I’m doomed to walk the earth, alone and immortal, until my beloved finds me and rescues me.”