The Hunter: A Vampire's Obsession: Book 4 by Rylai Stephanie

Author:Rylai, Stephanie [Rylai, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-10-21T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIVE

A week went by since the last time Elora saw Thomas. She had stayed to herself, completely riddled with self-pity and depression. It was hard for her to wrap her head around the fact that she had let that man play her—if he even had. Really he hadn’t done much of anything to make her think he was genuinely interested in her. Yeah, they flirted and he goofed around with her, but never really anything to make her believe he thought of her as anything more than a fling. It wasn’t like they would be around long anyways. She had been a fool to let herself think there could be more. Sometimes she caught herself wondering if Lance was all she deserved, that stupid, possessive meathead.

The whole ordeal had left her not wanting to be around anyone, not even Abigail. Elora spent her nights in a bar just outside of town, terrified of seeing Thomas around—or worse, with another woman. Just the thought made her blood boil, stomach hurt, and want to sob all at the same time. How in the hell had she let herself get so emotionally invested in someone she had just met?

She sat at the bar alone, not in the mood to even hunt that night. She wore a plaid skirt and an off-the-shoulder sweater, her face clear of makeup. A gin and soda was getting warm in her hand as she fidgeted with the thin black straw, her eyes fixated on the bar. Elora had to pull herself from the funk she was in, and she knew it. Each night she told herself that would be the last night she would let herself stew, and each night she knew it was a lie.

She sat there for an hour, not looking around at anyone, not uttering a word. It was a tiny bar, and the crowd in there was made up of sad looking middle-aged men in trucker hats. After a while longer, Elora debated just leaving and going back to the warehouse and calling it a night. It wasn’t like she was going to get drunk, and she didn’t feel up to hunting. She raised the drink to her lips, planning on polishing it off and leaving.

As she took deep gulps of the bitter liquid, a familiar voice sounded next to her, “So how long you plan to avoid me?”

Elora’s eyes reluctantly slid to the stool next to her, Thomas sitting there and staring at her with his intense emerald eyes.

“I was hoping until you died one day,” she mumbled bitterly before raising the drink back to her lips.

She could feel as his eyes scanned over her before he turned to the bartender, “One beer and whatever she’s having.”

Elora’s eyes darted to him, glaring at him.

“What? Looked like yours was getting warm,” he grinned to her, using the same strategy she had used on him when they first met.

“Can you not just fuck off?” she asked him, venom still in her voice.

“I just want to apologize,” Thomas told her.

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