Chapter Eighty Three

Days passed, and we still hadn't killed Lucas. I was beginning to wonder if we ever would. Whenever I asked anyone, they said that they were waiting for the perfect time. The day-to-day monotony that came from doing nothing was wearing on me. More than once, I'd considered sneaking out at night to hunt some vampires just to work off all of my pent up energy, but I knew it was a bad idea. If any hunters caught me, I'd be dead. Even if I ever did work up the nerve to sneak out, there was no way it would be possible.

Emily, Ethan, and my sisters came to the beach house to visit me often. I was suspicious that all the sporadic, unannounced visits were to make sure that I was staying in the house, but I didn't bring it up to anyone. The last thing I wanted was to get into another fight about how they all didn't trust me.

I refused to talk to Anthony. He didn't seem too interested in talking to me either because I got no word from since I told him I wanted to break up. The rational part of