CHAPTER 1
“You going to stand out here all night?”
Devon lifted an eyebrow, sliding silently out from around the tree. Chris turned to him, shaking his head slightly. Though Chris hadn’t known exactly where Devon was, he had known that he was there. “If that’s what it takes.”
Chris rolled his eyes as he shoved his hands in his pockets and came across his front yard toward Devon. “Cassie will be pissed if she knows you’re watching over her.”
“She already knows.” Chris’s dark blond eyebrows shot up questioningly, he turned slightly back to Cassie’s house. “She may not want it to be true, but we are still connected. Though it was only a few drops her blood is still inside me. There has always been a bond between us, there always will be. How is she?”
Chris glanced at Cassie’s house, his face darkened. They had buried her grandmother today, the only family Cassie had left in this world, and the only woman that had given Chris even an ounce of love and caring. “The same,” he muttered. “Unfortunately.”
Devon knew exactly how Chris felt. Since her grandmother’s murder Cassie had been withdrawn, furious, and lost. She had turned against the one’s she loved, especially him, wanting nothing more to do with him, or his love for her. It was a fact that broke his non beating heart, but he could not find it in himself to blame her for it. He hated himself for what had been done to her and her family. He may not have killed her grandmother, but this was his fault.
He had helped turn Julian into the monster that he was, had helped to mold him into a vicious killer. And when Devon had turned against his kind, spurning human blood, Julian had been infuriated with his decision and determined to turn Devon back, or exact his revenge. Julian had come to this town in search of Devon, and had discovered Cassie, Chris, and Melissa; three Hunter’s that had managed to survive The Slaughter. It was Julian that had discovered and destroyed Cassie’s grandmother. Devon himself had thought The Hunter line extinct, he was glad to know that he had been wrong.
“Well, are you going to stand out here in the snow and cold all night, or do vampires not feel the cold?” Chris asked quietly.
“We feel it,” Devon replied with a wry smile. “The same as you.”
“Good to know, why don’t you come in. You can be scary stalker guy from my porch.”
“Scary stalker guy?”
Chris grinned at him, but his smile did not reach his haunted, sapphire eyes. “Yeah, you’re definitely getting there.”
Devon scowled at him but he followed Chris as he trudged through the snow to his porch. The beat up screen door squeaked as Chris opened it. “Come on in,” Chris invited.
Devon stomped his shoes off before entering the porch area, though once he got inside he didn’t know why he had bothered to clean them off. The worn floorboards, and sagging wood, were covered with a layer of dirt. It was obvious that Chris’s mother didn’t have the money for upkeep, or feel like being bothered to clean. Devon’s gaze fell on the bags of cans and bottles piled in the corner, cases of empty beer bottles sat next to them. Quirking an eyebrow, he realized that she would have a lot more money if she bothered to return the mountain, which he realized now was the source of the smell. No wonder Chris had spent so much time at Cassie’s house, Devon wouldn’t want to spend much time here either, and he had only made it to the porch. Devon didn’t even want to imagine what the rest of the house looked like.
He turned back to the storm glass in the screen door, his gaze focused sharply on Cassie’s house. He didn’t want to be out of sight of it. “Don’t worry; you can see her house from here.” Devon raised an eyebrow as Chris strode over and pulled the cord on a set of curtains, revealing a few small windows in the enclosure. Chris grinned at him, grabbed an old chair and shoved it in front of the window. “Make yourself comfortable, I’m going to put on a pot of coffee. I don’t suppose I could interest you in any.”
Though he didn’t need the liquid, he wouldn’t mind the warmth. “Coffee sounds good.”
Chris’s eyes widened in surprise, his mouth parted slightly. “You can drink it?” he blurted out.
Devon couldn’t help but grin at him. “I may not need it to survive, but it’s not going to hurt me.”
Chris grinned sheepishly before nodding and ducking through the doorway. Devon leaned forward in his seat, folding his hands before him as he stared at Cassie’s house through the dirty windows. The light in her room was off, but she was still awake. He could feel her presence, the anger and hurt that filled her. He ached for her, desperately wished that he could hold her, or that he could somehow take it all back. But he couldn’t do either of those things, so he had to settle for making sure she didn’t do something crazy, like getting herself killed. That was not going to be easy.
Cassie appeared suddenly at her window, her hands fumbled hastily with the latch as she shoved and pushed angrily at the glass. Devon rose swiftly, prepared to go and stop her. Prepared to drag her kicking and screaming back into the house if that was what it took. She hated him already; he didn’t care if she hated him even more as long as it kept her safe. Hell, if it came down to it he would handcuff her to her bed in order to keep her safe.
Cassie finally flung the window open, leaning swiftly out she inhaled deep, gasping breaths of the chilly night air. Her hands clung to the sill, her hair spilled in long golden waves before her. She was shivering fiercely, but he was certain that it was not from the cold. Shuddering again, she hung low over the window, gasping fiercely as she slipped to her knees, clinging to the window.
Devon’s hands fisted as he fought the urge to go to her, to hold her and console her.
“She’s not crying.”
Devon turned, surprised to find Chris standing beside him. He had been so focused on Cassie that he hadn’t noticed Chris’s return. “How can you be sure?” Devon demanded gruffly.
Chris turned to him, his gaze bearing that haunted look that seemed to shimmer permanently in his sapphire eyes now. Devon was beginning to hate that look, mainly because it seemed as if Chris was losing hope with Cassie. And if Chris lost hope then he didn’t know what he was going to do. For so long Chris had been Cassie’s shoulder to lean on. For so long, they had been all that the other had. No, Chris could not lose hope for her, because if he did, then Devon might have to admit that all hope was lost.