Chapter 3

"Just so you know, the girl in there-" he pointed at the window. "–she's with me."

Perfect. I was thirsty and had found my cântareata, but couldn't savor her. My nostrils flared.

"I'll stay with her all night, if that's what it takes."

"I'm thirsty, I–"

"She's with me," he stated. "And don't even try, because like I said, I will stay all night, if that's what it takes."

I growled in frustration and lunged for him. I was too thirsty to care.

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