《The Girl with the Violet Eyes 》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

Aria’s POV: The training field was almost empty. That should have made me feel better. Instead, standing across from Archer with a wooden sword in my hand made every nerve in my body feel painfully, strangely alive. He’d been pushing me harder today. Maybe because of the weird encounter last night. I try to keep from thinking of it. Or of the hunger I felt…still feel. Every time I thought I’d found an opening, he shifted, forcing me to adapt, forcing me to chase him. I blocked his strike. He countered. I ducked beneath his arm. He swept my legs. I hit the ground with a grunt.“Again.”I glared up at him. “You enjoy this way too much.”“You’re getting better.”“That wasn’t an answer.”“It was.” He offered me his hand.I looked at it, already annoyed by the calm confidence written all over his face. Then I took it. The second I was on my feet, he came at me again. I barely got my sword up in time. Wood cracked against wood. I gave ground. He followed.“You’re hesitating.”“I’m thinki

Aria’s POV: I couldn’t stop thinking about his neck. Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered the feeling of Archer beneath me. The taste of his blood on my lips. The way my body had reacted before my mind could catch up. The overwhelming hunger that consumed me, making me loose control. I sat at my desk with an open textbook in front of me, but I hadn’t read a single word in the last ten minutes. My eyes moved across the page again. Vampiric feeding behaviors…I forced myself to keep reading. The little I’d learned in my vampire classes had taught me enough to know that what happened yesterday wasn’t normal.Vampires fed from blood. That much I understood. But there were rules. There were consequences to feeding from the same person repeatedly. Things that could happen when a vampire became dependent on someone’s blood. I didn’t want to know what that meant for me. Especially when I couldn’t stop thinking about doing it again.I shut the book. “No.”I couldn’t. Whatever had happene

Archer’s POV:I couldn't sleep. I'd been staring at the ceiling for nearly an hour, listening to the academy settle around me like a lie. Everything was too quiet. Too empty. Every few minutes, my hand found my neck.The marks were almost gone now.I hated that. My wolf had been restless all night, pacing beneath my skin, filling my blood with a hunger I couldn't name. A hunger that had nothing to do with food.“She's coming.” I frowned, my jaw tight."She isn't."“She will. She needs.”"You don't know that."My wolf went silent, but I felt his certainty coiling in my gut. I'd told myself I could leave it alone. That I could give Aria space. That whatever happened on the training field had been a mistake neither of us needed to repeat.I'd told myself all of those things. None of them were true. I missed her. Not just her presence. Her unique scent, that made my mouth water. Her voice, rough with need when she'd bitten me. The way she looked at me when she didn't know what to say, her

Aria’s POV: I woke up thinking about Archer again. That was the first problem. The second was that I could still feel him. Somehow my body remembered everything. His arms around me. The warmth of his chest against my back. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear. Most of all, the taste of him. I pressed my fingers against my lips. I shouldn’t be thinking about this. I had gone to his room. I had begged him to let me feed from him. Then I’d kissed him. And if that didn’t complicate things enough, I’d fallen asleep in his arms like that was the most natural thing in the world.It wasn’t. None of this was normal. I’d spent the last few weeks trying to understand what was happening to me, and every answer seemed to lead to another question. My magic was changing. My senses were changing. My body was changing. Now I was craving something I couldn’t even name.I sat up. “Stop thinking about him.”My stomach twisted. It didn’t listen. I tried to distract myself with breakfast. It

Aria’s POV:Something about my life had become impossible to explain. I had stopped trying to put it into neat little boxes. There was Archer. Whatever was happening between us had deepened into something I was almost afraid to name. I’d told myself it was the hunger. That I needed him because my body needed his blood. But that explanation had started falling apart. I missed him even when I wasn’t hungry. I missed his voice. His scent. The way his arms felt around me afterward. The way his wolf seemed to settle whenever I was near.Then there was Jasper. Somehow, after everything we’d been through, I was falling for him again. Maybe I never really stopped. Our first date had changed something between us. Since then, he’d been patient. Thoughtful. He made me laugh. He listened when I talked. He never pushed me to forgive him before I was ready. That only made me want to forgive him more.Then there was Lucien. My safe place. The person I went to when the world became too much. The on