Chapter 22: Miss player

Ken's POV

I staggered to my house that night. I had healed, but I was still exhausted. The hatred I had for myself was immense. I almost hurt her. But what was she doing in school at that time? She was supposed to be at the party.

When I smelled her blood, I went insane. I lost all atoms of reasoning I had in my body and I rushed to her. I was desperate to get the taste of her blood. The self-control I had been learning to stop me from hurting humans went out the window.

I didn't know what would have happened if Austin didn't come to save her. I wasn't myself.

I was cursed. I couldn't love her. I was a beast and loving her meant continuously hurting her. That was my definition of love.

I dragged my feet up the stairs to my room. I opened the door of my room and walked in.

There I saw it, the unfinished drawing I had of her. I ran my hand through it. Maybe I should have never met her because she was driving me crazy, making it hard for me to go with my initial plan of staying away fro