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I almost groaned when I saw her beeline toward an all-black motorcycle. “Pick something else,” I ordered. She stopped in her tracks and glared at me before looking back toward her bike. From my position I couldn’t see much of her face, but I saw enough to know her full lips had turned into a frown. “But the ladies like my bike,” she said in a tone that resembled a pout.
“If you weren’t so disgusted with my kind, I could show you how sorry I am.”
“We are not as bad as you may think,” Keir said after another short pause, then added, “My father may be, and the people who killed your family, of course. But we are not. Most are not.” She paused one more time. “I am not.” “I’ll believe it when I see it,” I muttered turning back to my book. “You know,” she trailed, I could hear the smile in her tone. “Your indifference kind of turns me on.”
“Do you want to go get drunk?” she said after a moment. I don’t think I had ever gotten up faster in my life.
“What if I told you that we could pretend that you hate my kind in public”—she paused and let her other hand trail up my thigh and into my shirt—“but in private, you’re mine.”
I grabbed her wrists to stop her from tearing the fabric, but I recoiled as a loud growl ripped through her chest.
She grabbed the chair closest to me and pulled it over so she could sit with me. “What?” I snapped, not liking the way she looked at me. “I am disappointed that I can’t smell how much you want me anymore,” she mock whined. I rolled my eyes at her.
Before he could complain I turned off the car and stepped out, narrowly missing the rock Silvia threw at my head. I straightened my clothes and sent her a smirk before continuing on my journey to the spot. “Keir, where are we—” “Hurry!” I called behind me. “It’ll get cold for the puny human soon.”
“Is she taking me out here to kill me?” Silvia asked under her breath. I let out a small laugh and peered behind me to see Silvia and Gillard, far closer than they normally would have been and both staring at me with differing levels of fear and suspicion in their expressions. “I wouldn’t waste so much time trying to kill a hunter,” I said and turned back to continue walking forward. I could hear the waterfall now. We would be there in a matter of minutes. “Oh my,” Gillard said in mock concern. “It’s me you’re going to kill, isn’t it? I knew this day would come.”
The setting sun made her skin glow a beautiful hue that complimented her fiery hair. She had worn her hair down for the last few days, and I watched as, for the first time, she pushed it behind her ear, giving me a perfect view of her face as her eyes scanned the area. This place now paled in comparison to the sight before me. I didn’t care about the waterfall or the meadow, I only wanted to make sure that this sight would be burned into my memory forever.
My father, the clan, the vampires that wanted to tear us down. . . no one could take this from me. Take her from me.
“You are courting her,” he corrected for me. “This is not what you would do with the others. I know you, Keir. You took her to see the fucking sunset!”
“Wait?” he echoed, his brows furrowing. “You don’t wait for things, Keir.” I couldn’t hide my smirk. I don’t wait for anything. . . not until now.
“I said I would wait,” I interrupted him. “Didn’t say that I wouldn’t try to speed things up.”
“Use your words, love.”
“Maybe if I did, they would stay longer,” she mused and lifted my chin up with her finger so she could stare deeply into my eyes. “So, I must ask now. . . Do you still hate me?” My heart skipped when she spoke. No, not really. “Yes,” I lied. “Good. Good,” she hissed and attacked my lips once more.
“They would have loved you,” I choked out. . . . because at one point, I was happy.
