What Lies Inside (A Blood Bound Novel, Book 1)

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Authors: J.L. Myers
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Magic, vampire, Young Adult, Werewolf, shapeshifter, alchemist, lycan, premonition
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another sigh I pulled my iPod from my bag, playing the Three Days Grace song ‘Let you down’ . I peered past the mauve tapestry draped around the corner post of my bed. Through the high-arched window the cloudy sky was darkening. Ty flitted to mind and I wondered again how I could know him. Something about him kept me speculating and totally uneasy. I wondered how long it’d take before I let everyone down and tried, maybe even succeeded, in killing him. There was only one solution. Stay away. Better never to know him than to kill him.
    I rolled off the bed and glanced around the room, my room. It was so big, with walls and a high ceiling all in varying shades of purple. There was a hint of paint fumes, and I wondered if Caius or Mom had organized it to be painted before we arrived. A white antique dresser sat across the room with an oval mirror spanning its length. Two side tables flanked the disarray of my oversized, purple bed. Above a lavish chandelier with glittering, crystal teardrops filled the room with twinkling light. Their design mirrored the others that marked almost every room in this expansive house. Even with my Lifehouse, Three Days Grace, and Skillet posters splashed across the walls, the room still felt bare. Nothing else in this room was really mine. It was all new, compliments of our wealthy vampire uncle. I hadn’t kept anything else from my old life in Anchorage, bar a few comfortable clothes. At the time I had wanted to be punished for the thing I was becoming. Now, seeing this big empty space, I wish I had kept something more that reminded me of a time when I thought of myself as almost normal, just a human.
    I turned back to the window and yanked the dark-purple drapes closed. Then, with the weight of the day bringing me down, I dropped back onto the bed and flicked off the black-velvet lamp. The song ‘Animal I have become’ came on and my iPhone beeped. Instantly my mood lifted, expecting the text to be from Kendrick. Then it sank. It wasn’t him.
    ‘Wanna grab a bite after I kick your brother’s butt?’
    It was Ty. How had he gotten my number? Then I remembered art class when Vanessa had requested my number. She gave it to Ty?
    My pulse quickened and I sighed, throwing my head back against the pillows. So much for keeping my distance… Pursing my lips, I read the text again and frowned. Grab a bite? That phrasing made my paranoia kick in.
    Hold up. My eyes bugged. Was he actually asking me out? Or was this just some kind of ploy to figure out why I was such a freak? Or was it even worse, a cruel prank on the strange ‘new girl’? In truth, I couldn’t imagine Ty actually wanting to go anywhere with me. Not after how moronically I had behaved at lunch. I shrugged. No matter what his motivations were, I knew my answer and keyed in a response. ‘Can’t. Busy.’
    Anxious he’d reply I stared at the screen. My free hand rifled through my bedside table’s drawer for my hidden after dinner mints. Chocolate always helped calm my nerves. After a few minutes without reply and four chocolates later, I breathed a sigh of relief, turning the music back on.
    When the phone unexpectedly beeped again, I almost jumped out of my skin. But the text wasn’t from Ty. ‘What’s new? How’s school?’
    Warmth coated my heart like warm honey. It was Kendrick, my best friend, the one whose help and guidance had been the only thing to get me through the long months at the cabin. I keyed a response, ‘School sucks! WYWH.’ Wish you were here. I clutched the phone to my heart.
    Salty tears blurred my vision, and I blinked them back. Before this moment I hadn’t allowed myself to dwell on it. But without Kendrick’s support, I truly felt alone, like I was drowning in my own blood. I knew I had Mom and Dorian, and that they would do anything for me. But it just wasn’t the same.
    A final text came through. ‘Maybe I can visit. But I GTG. Miss U 2.’

CHAPTER FIVE
    At the first opportunity, I

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