Semua Bab MATED TO THE WEREWOLF AND THE VAMPIRE.: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Darius POVWe had just gotten to school and were on our way to class when I decided it was the right time to address something that had been sitting on my mind for longer than it should have."Listen, chalkface." I said it with a straight face, not breaking my stride. "When are you going to move out of my penthouse?"Rylan didn't even flinch. Didn't miss a step. And he didn't give me the satisfaction of looking like the question had caught him off guard even slightly."You think I want to live with you?" He retorted instantly, not sparing a single second on it, like the response had been sitting right there waiting. "You know that if the council wasn't taking this treaty so seriously … forcing us to go to the same school and also forcing us to live in the same house … then I wouldn't be anywhere near your stinky ass, mutt." He looked away after that, sharp and deliberate, like he'd been holding those exact words for a while and was relieved to finally put them somewhere outside his own

Eliana's POV "Get your fucking hands off her." I heard the voice just once and I knew immediately that it was Rylan …I recognized it instantly even without needing a second to think about it. Just the way you recognized something that had already found a specific place in your memory. And just like that, Jax's hand released from my neck. The pressure disappeared so fast it almost felt like being let go of something I hadn't realized was holding me under. I raised my face slowly … everything in my neck protesting the movement — and through the blur of tears I saw them. Rylan. Darius. Both of them stood there in the middle of the parking lot like they had materialized from somewhere and arrived at exactly the second they were needed. Only God knows how they knew I was in danger. Only God knows how they made it here at the exact right moment

Eliana's POV At this point, I couldn't control the fear and confusion I felt, and the thoughts already going through my mind were coming too fast for me to sort through any of them. ‘No, no, no. This is exactly like my dream.’ The flashback hit me before I could stop it … sharp, vivid and way too specific to dismiss. Those same faces. That same feeling. The dream I had woken up from in a cold sweat, touching the sides of my neck and telling myself it meant nothing … the one where these exact two guys had bent toward my neck and everything had gone warm and strange and consuming all at once. I had told myself it was just a dream. I had told myself that repeatedly, with full commitment, for days. But standing here right now … both of them holding my hands, and both of them looking at me with those expressions I couldn't decode.

Rylan's POV We got to the living room after we left the room where Eliana was. Darius led the way in … and the moment he cleared the doorway, he dropped himself onto the couch with that particular brand of nonchalance he wore like a second skin. Not sitting so much as arranging himself across the cushions like the furniture had been waiting specifically for him. And then, almost immediately, he started brushing at his trousers. Dusting something off. Something I could not see, because as far as I could tell there was nothing there. I guess, it was just him putting up some unnecessary non-challant vibes that was uncalled for. Or better still, very urgent invisible dust, apparently. I watched him do it for a moment and said nothing. Maybe he needed something to do with his hands while he decided how much of this conversation he was going to actually engage with. That was his business. I had thin

Eliana's POVI kept my eyes on Rylan and waited.Because Darius had just handed me something that didn't hold up, and I needed to see if Rylan was going to do the same thing or something different. The way he operated … the way he always seemed to choose his words with more care than Darius did. And the way he looked at situations from a step back before responding …so, I had a feeling his version of this was going to land differently.I just didn't know if differently meant better or worse.Rylan held my gaze for exactly one second. And then, without a single visible crack in his composure:"Yeah, yeah." He nodded, casual as anything. "The name of the movie is ‘How to Kiss a Vampire.’ It's a Moviemix … inspired by one of the stories from GoodNovel, actually. By a notable author; Charity Writes." Then he tilted his head slightly. "Have you seen it? Or read the book?"I stared at him.He said it so smoothly. So completely, specifically, detailed-ly smooth that for one disorienting sec