Semua Bab Bloodbound: A Consort For The Vampire: Bab 11 - Bab 15

Kieran's POV My vampire's wide shoulders and height looks strange in my bedroom. I shove my back against my reading desk to get as far away from him as possible. Caius blinks at me, unfazed. “Right. So as I was saying, Rebecca didn't take the news well. And if you must know, she's part of the revolution,” I whisper. “So now that Beau has been changed, I was wondering if you could take him back to the vampire colony until I figure out what to do?”Caius looks at me like I am a clown and shakes his head. “There's nothing you can do, human. Once I take your friend away, he's not coming back.”“What! You can't do that!” I say as my eyes widen.“If she's anything like him, I'm sure she'll only try to cut out his heart and use it against every vampire she can get her hand on.”I lean forward, suddenly feeling irritated. “Don't act like you know them.”My vampire's eyes turn to slits and he leans forward as well. I ignore the seduction, potent in his scent, focusing on my anger instead.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN~ Open This Door Minx… I'll Take Care Of You. Kieran's POV Class was unbearable. All throughout the lecture professor Evans highs find their way over to me is expression rackingly curious. I revert back to my old ways, not engaging in classroom debate or questions. Rebecca sits beside me with the tail smell of cigarettes emitting from her skin despite a shower. With sideways glands I pair down my notes; they are not as neat and orderly as they usually are. I push Rebecca's hand to the side writing a note in the corner of a note pad. “Are you feeling okay?” She blinks at the notes before furiously scribbling out my words. I slump in my chair, reminding myself that this is all part of her process of healing. I set my pen to the side, checking out my brain from the lecture room. I wonder if every student knows about the revolution happening right now. Or are they oblivious of it as I was a few days ago? A soft breeze escapes through the small space o

Kieran's POV I coughed into the plush Leather Couch. It burns my lungs and tickles the back of my throat. The air is a rough mixture of dirt, dust particles and burning electrical wire. But I refused to let Professor Evans open a window. It just seemed too dangerous. I reach for the pillow gingerly and clutch it to my chest. Goosebumps trail up the length of my arm, and for the hundredth time today, I have the crazy fear that someone is watching me.I squint against the darkened room and steady my breathing. I have to remind myself that no one is there. It's just fear. The lingering smell of my room clings to my pillowcase. Professor Evans was trying to make me feel more comfortable knowing I wouldn't be back to the hostel for quite some time so we stopped at the hostel to get some of my things. When we got to the hostel, it was a ghost town though. It was eerily quiet with most of the doors bolted shut or left open and completely empty.No one made a sound as we traipsed down the