Seventeen

Kiara’s POV

It took a few tries to peel myself out of her grasp. She chuckled, as if my desperate attempts to get her off me were something cute. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” She said and I backed away from her.

A frown furrowed my brows as I noticed how eerily silent and almost deserted the kitchen now was. I left her standing there and smiling at me quite creepily. I couldn’t believe that had happened.

Vampires had no concept of personal space or any sort of propriety at all. She probably just wanted to stick her fangs in me. They were all so damn weird and annoying.

Snorting in disbelief, I went through the dark hallways not realizing until the smell of him suddenly sharpened that I was walking towards Ivan’s office. Even subconsciously I went to him, the persistent line of the mate bond drawing us forever close.

Forever was a long time to be bonded to a vampire. I shivered at the thought. I reached his study soon enough, at once pleased and irritated with how well I was co