Chapter 188

• “He’s hesitant, afraid of disappointment after thinking she was gone all these years. I can’t force him to look at her if he doesn’t want to.” The dark stranger shifts in his seat, props an arm on the ledge, and turns his head at the black-tinted window. Staring at the road out there, and flexes that square, muscular jawline. If I didn’t have Colton, I would dare say he would be crush-worthy if he weren't a vampire. As it is, I wouldn’t blink twice about staking him through the heart with one of my claws.
• “How unlike you, not forcing people to do what you want. Are you going soft? Has age finally caught up with you, old man.” she jokes, but his low throaty growl only makes her smile wider, and I get that this chick likes to rile people. She loves to throw in those little stabby words for reaction. He becomes about a hundred times more intimidating and snaps his head back to her, scarily steady and graceful, yet the killing intent is clear in those glowing reds.
• “I’m not that much older than you!” He grinds out, clearly offended by her age digs, and I gawp, doing the math in my head and realizing this goon is over three thousand years old. The grimoires have never been clear on vampire life spans, but surely that can’t be right. Some of the ones we killed looked way more aged than him. Some were even old in terms of human looks, yet here he is in his prime of youth and over three millennia old.