Taste For Blood: Pour (Nephil-Vamp Series Book 2) by Bernel Jenna

Author:Bernel, Jenna [Bernel, Jenna]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2014-01-07T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11: Waving the White Flag

Hey do you mind if I come over? Evan texted me while I was lying in bed, staring at the wall, wishing I could switch lives with someone else for just one day.

Sure, I texted back, looking forward to the distraction.

Alec dropped me off so I could be alone and get some rest before he met me in my dreams, keeping up his end of the deal to teach me about my Nephil Gift. Apparently, one of the side effects in Cloud Crashing is that you're too conscious to get real REM sleep, so you lose that sleep time, even though you're not technically awake. After Roman appeared in my dreams all last week, it explained why I felt so tired and drained, like I hadn't slept at all.

Inevitably though, as soon as I lay down, the thoughts started to drift in about who my real father was. After that, I couldn’t get a wink of rest. I didn't ask Alec who he was. I didn't really care, even though my mind was previously obsessing over it. I had a father. I didn't need to know about the one who had had an affair with my mom only to knock her up and leave her to lie to her husband and children. I heard the door of my balcony open, but I didn't need to look up to know that it was Evan. He always smelled of freshly cut grass like the baseball fields he spent so much time in.

He came by my bedside and looked down at me. "Are you really sick? Kate said you just ditched school to get a dress for Homecoming." Evan hovered over me with a scrunched forehead since I must’ve looked like a depressed puddle, huddled under my covers.

"No, I'm not sick, just tired. But I did get a dress," I said, snuggling deeper into my pillow, trying to pretend like this whole day didn't happen.

"Oh, that's great," Evan said, taking off his wet fleece and shoes. I heard the pattering of the sleet hitting my windows; and knew it must be really nasty outside.

"The whole group is going together on Saturday. Dale got the limo, but I didn't ask how," he quipped, starting to sit down on my bed. He hesitated as if he weren’t sure if that was okay now. I pulled back my blanket to let him know he could climb in. Maybe this forgiveness stuff wasn't so much about saying the words, and more about actions. Just like the act of apologizing means more when you do something to make it right, and not just saying you’re sorry. At least, I was trying. Evan smiled, lying down beside me and pulling the covers over us.

"By the whole group, would that include Harper and Alec?" I asked, reaching out to comb through his dampened hair that looked black when it was wet. It had a striking effect this way, contrasting with his warm chocolate eyes.

"Yes," he said, scooting in closer and taking my gesture as a sign.

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