SILVER BLOOD
I glanced back at the guys who had shifted; they now wore shorts like the rest.
Hilda walked up to a particular guy in the middle, placing her hands around his neck while he circled her waist with his arms. They shared a passionate kiss before separating and laughing together.
I couldn’t help the pain that resurged within me—the pain of rejection I had tried to forget ever since I got here. For the first time, I thought about Bryan.
“It’s not good to stare, Hannah,” Tyrell said as he turned to face me. He saw the look on my face, and the smile on his face dropped. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked, concerned.