로그인Rowena's POV. Cindy and I finally got back to the dorm room. It was already too late, the sky outside pitch black and the halls quiet. After everything that happened today—Jason, Rachel, the fight, the blood—I felt like my bones were melting. I didn’t even bother changing. I just fell straight onto my bed, face-first, letting out a long, tired sigh. My eyes were already shutting on their own, the weight of sleep pulling me under. Then—knock, knock. I groaned, my face buried in the pillow. “Oh my god… who the hell is that?” I mumbled, not moving an inch. Across the room, Cindy kicked her bedside drawer in frustration, half undressed, her shirt halfway off. “I swear, if it’s another idiot from the boys’ dorm, I’m going to kill someone,” she muttered under her breath. We both stayed still, hoping whoever it was would go away. But the knock came again. This time, louder. More persistent. “Cindy, please… just check,” I whispered, not even lifting my head. “No. I’m tire
Rowena’s POV. 15. “Were they fighting again?” Cindy’s voice was soft but firm as she crouched beside me, wiping away a smear of blood from my jaw with the sleeve of her hoodie. Her touch was careful, but her eyes flared with worry. “Seriously, Row,” she sighed, shaking her head. “This is getting too much.” I sucked in a shaky breath, still pressing my hand to my ribs. The pain was dull now, but it throbbed with every heartbeat. I was so tired—of all of this, of them, of me getting caught in between. “Maybe I might consider taking a break from all of this,” I muttered, my voice hollow. “From school and everything.” Cindy’s eyes snapped up to mine. “You wanna skip classes because of them?” she snapped, her brows knitting in disbelief. “Are you fucking serious right now?” I opened my mouth, trying to come up with something to say. Something to defend myself. But I didn’t get the chance. From the corner of my eye, I saw her. Rachel. And like clockwork, her little ga
Rowena's POV. 14. Jealousy And War. Jason’s eyes changed. The second he saw Adrian’s mouth on mine, something inside him cracked wide open. His pupils shrank. His lips pressed into a line. Then suddenly—just as he stepped forward—he kicked a basketball lying on the court, hard enough that it hit the fence with a violent thud and bounced back like it had no place to escape. I stepped back instantly. My legs started shaking before I could stop them. I didn’t even think—I moved behind Adrian, like my body knew I needed a shield. My hands reached out and lightly gripped the back of his shirt. I could feel the heat from his skin through the thin fabric. But Jason didn’t stop. His feet dragged closer, each step like a warning bell. Then, instead of confronting Adrian, he reached right past him. His hand snatched at my wrist and dragged me out from behind Adrian’s back. In seconds, I was standing right in front of him, my face barely inches from his. His breath hit
Chapter 13. Mistaken Betrayal. Rowena's POV The next morning came like a bitter aftertaste, clinging to my tongue long after the dream had ended. Sleep had offered no comfort, only flashes—his fingers, his voice, the empty ache between my thighs when he vanished like mist before dawn. I hated myself for waking up soaked, hated the way my body betrayed me when Jason touched me. The corridor was already filled with the soft hum of students moving to class. My shoes clicked against the polished floor, and my heart pounded in in sync, heavy with confusion, fury, and something far more dangerous—longing. I kept my head low as I walked into the classroom. My eyes didn’t mean to drift, but they did—straight to the front seat, where Jason sat. He was already there, as if he had waited just to see me walk in. He sat so casually, like nothing had happened the night before. His long legs stretched out beneath the desk, arms folded, jaw clenched in that lazy, infuriating way. But
Rowena’s POV. 12. Uninvited Guest. It was late. Quiet. I stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped over my damp hair, skin still warm from the shower. The house was silent, almost too silent. Cindy was supposed to be in the guest room, but I hadn't heard her for a while. I walked into the kitchen slowly, rubbing the towel against my hair, my feet bare on the cold floor. The soft hum of the fridge was the only sound. I reached for the bottle of water on the counter, twisted the cap, and took a long sip. Then— A sudden creak. Loud. Sharp. My hand froze mid-air. That wasn't the fridge. I slowly turned, listening again. My heart began to race. Another creak. Then silence. “Cindy?” I called, trying to keep my voice steady. “Is that you?” No reply. I swallowed hard and backed toward the hallway. “Cindy, if this is some kind of joke—” my voice cracked, “you’re taking this too far. I’m serious now… I’m getting scared.” Still nothing. “Come out!” I scre
Rowena’s POV. 11. Silence Has Teeth. There was no way in hell I was sleeping in that school dorm tonight. Not with my head boiling. Not after Jason humiliated Cindy, trashed her food, and acted like it was his birthright to treat people like garbage. Not after Rachel pulled her venomous act behind the fountain, trying to crawl into my skin with her smug threats. And not after Adrian showed up pretending to care—again. I needed space. I needed the streets, my room, a quiet pillow, and a world without vampires for just one night. “I’m going home,” I muttered, grabbing my bag from the locker. “I can’t breathe here.” Cindy was trailing close behind, her arms folded over her chest like she was still shaking off Jason’s shove from earlier. “I’ll come with you,” she said softly. “Your dad’s out of town, right? I’ll stay the night at your place." I nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go before something else finds us.” The two of us started walking out of the school building, heading t







