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had grown instantly aroused, is electrifying even now.
    I reach out and turn the water off, leaning forwards against the wall with both hands as I think of her, the water dripping from my body. What is it about her that makes me so… I huff and step out of the shower stall, wrapping a towel around my waist and looking in the mirror, rubbing a hand across my rough chin.
    I had left her there with them, not being able to watch them act out my fantasy with her—a fantasy I hadn’t realised I even had until seeing her like that. But the damn woman was bewitching, and wouldn’t stay out of my head. One glimpse of her perfect body was all it took for me to forgive her brattish attitude.
    I stride into my room and lie down on my bed, resting my arms under my head as I stare up at the ceiling.
    All night I had stayed away, letting myself grow hungry and agitated, not wanting to see her like that with them. Not wanting to overstep my boundaries with her. It wasn’t my job to stop her from making a fool of herself—and besides, she had looked like she was having fun.
    I close my eyes and picture her face, how innocent she had looked when I had gone back to the Commons later that night and found her blood-drunk and dancing in only her underwear. She had offered herself up to me, unclipping her bra and freeing those perfect, perfect breasts.
    We’d kissed for the first and only time that night.
    A kiss that still haunts me now, nearly a year later.
    Her lips were so soft and full on mine, her tongue gently caressing the inside of my mouth while she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her feisty little body to mine. I had wanted her. But it wasn’t right. I knew that I didn’t want her like that; I wanted her aware and full of desire for me, not just blood-crazed and sexually frustrated because she was a new vampire. And so I had taken my shirt off and draped it over her shoulders, covering her modesty from everyone’s eyes, including mine.
    I smirk to myself at the memory of her scowling at me, frustrated that I resisted her charms. I stand back up and dry myself, dressing in pale jeans and a sweatshirt, since I have no more training sessions today and my time is my own. I tie my hair back in a black band and rub a hand over the scratchiness of my two-day beard, contemplating shaving it off but deciding against it.
    Mia says she likes it when I have a little scruff on my chin.
    I scowl at myself and leave my room, heading down the darkened corridor to the dining room for some blood from that crazy bastard Donny. The image of Mia curled up in my arms as I carried her to her room still alive in my memory. Because it’s the best part of the memory. And the worst. Her face was so innocent as I laid her down on her bed, her beautiful eyes staring up at me through thick lashes, both grateful that I didn’t take advantage, and still aroused and dilated at the same time. My hand stroking her soft hair away from her cheek, and her lips that had kissed the tips of my fingers and sent shivers across my skin.
    And for the first time she had smiled at me—a true smile. A smile that had crumbled my defences and broken down the wall I had built around myself. And with that one beautiful smile she had restarted my cold dead heart. For whatever reason, Mia had been brought into my world and would send me insane with wanting and desire for her. Not just for her body, but her—all of her. She was like finding what I had been searching for my whole life. The only problem was that I didn’t realise until that moment that I had been searching for anything. I never realised that there was something missing, and now that I had found it, now that she had filled that hole inside me, nothing would ever be the same again. Because I knew with that smile that I could never have her. Mia was too good for me, and deserved so much more than me.
    I storm into the dining room, my mood particularly foul. I point with a grunt to one of the humans