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Sensing that this is over, I turn around to leave, my cheeks pink with disappointment. A pointed cough stops me in my tracks. Glancing over my shoulder, I see him watching me with a dark intensity. “This isn’t over.”
Not knowing how to respond, I jerk my head in acknowledgement and pull the door open before stepping into the cool corridor. Zane slips past me, his hand brushing against mine as he takes the lead, silently directing me back to reception.
This isn’t over.
His final words replay in my mind. I’m overthinking it, yet I can’t seem to stop myself. What did he mean? I don’t want to get my hopes up at the implication of his words, that we could finish what we started. He could literally be saying our lessons aren’t over. After all, we didn’t manage to finish our lesson, and there are so many things I still need to learn.
However, if he did happen to mean feeding and fucking, then… I can’t even finish the thought, my fangs jumping out once more. I didn’t realise that vampires could flush, but it seems they can if my red, splotchy face is anything to go by. I’m caught between not wanting to cross any lines and not giving a fuck and getting involved with a vampire. Now that we’re not touching and my head has cleared, it’s easier for me to make rational decisions.
Zane walks up to reception as though he doesn’t have a care in the world, and I follow behind him, attempting to replicate his attitude. I don’t want to appear weak or afraid of the other creatures here, so perhaps if I fake confidence, it will make things easier for me. As I approach the desk, I’m suddenly reminded of my arrival yesterday when I was gingerly following behind Zane. This time, though, I’m on the other side of the desk, and I just made out with a vampire.
Leaning against the desk as though he owns it, he smirks down at the receptionist. “Apparently Emmy has a visitor, and I have finished my session with her for today.”
The receptionist doesn’t give a flying fuck and barely looks at us, only rolling her eyes as she takes in Zane’s cocky stance. Returning to her computer, she makes a few clicks on her mouse, and I see a new document pop up on the screen before printing from the machine just to her left.
She slams the paper and a pen on the desk, then she glares at Zane. “Fill this in.”
“You’re leaving?” Panic rises within me at the thought of him going. I barely know him, we only met yesterday, but he’s a known factor in an unfamiliar situation and makes me feel safe. Without him here, I’m just alone once more.
Hearing the slight wobble in my voice, he looks up from the paperwork he’s filling in. His eyes seem to soften for a moment, but he just gives me a tight smile. “Our time was almost over anyway.”
“What about my assessment?” My voice is tight. He promised me that we would go over everything I need to know for it so I am prepared.
“We’ll go over it tomorrow, I swear.” This time, he doesn’t even bother to look up.
I know a dismissal when I see one.
“Okay, bye.” I give a half-hearted wave, my mood suddenly falling. Needing to distract myself, I turn to the receptionist, smiling awkwardly.
“Your visitor is through there,” the receptionist barks, gesturing with an impossibly long nail towards a door I’ve not noticed before.
Moving over hesitantly, I pass Zane without a word, only to pause by the door. I was told emphatically that Tina wouldn’t be able to visit me while I was here, her being human and all, so who could it possibly be? Making friends has never been easy for me. Sure, I have lots of acquaintances and people that I wave at in the streets, but the only people who really know me are Colin and Tina.
Glancing over my shoulder, I see that Zane is watching me with a crease between his brows. His expression quickly changes and he smiles slightly, nodding his head in encouragement. The movement is so miniscule that most wouldn’t notice it. I do. I don’t know why I needed to look over at my mentor before walking into a room I’ve not been in before. Perhaps it was for comfort. He would warn me if there was something dangerous waiting for me behind the door, right?
I take a deep breath and push the door open, ready to handle whatever and whoever awaits me. Why am I so anxious? As I step into the room, my expression shifts into a grin as I see the large male sitting in a tiny chair.
“Well, well, well. Officer Jack Hart,” I call in greeting, walking over to meet him. “What are you doing here? I didn’t think I would get to see you again, you know, with me being an upstanding citizen and all.”
I’m not sure why I’m so happy to see him, and for once, I’m not going to overthink it. He’s a kind, warm male, the complete opposite of Zane, and basking in his presence is more comforting than I expected.
He chuckles and stands up from his chair to greet me. “Oh, of course.” He automatically reaches out to shake my hand, but then he seems to think better of it and pulls it back, rubbing it over his short, almost buzzed hair.
I don’t blame him for the confusion. After all, how do you greet someone you arrested two days prior? A handshake seems too formal, whereas a hug is way too personal—not that I would mind a hug from him, since his large, muscled frame looks perfect for embracing. With the way I’ve been feeling recently, I would cling to him like a baby monkey and never let go.
He gestures to the chairs set up in clusters around the room, silently indicating for me to sit. “I’m not here for official reasons, I came straight from work.”
That explains the uniform. If I’m being honest, I hadn’t even thought that his presence here could be because of something police related. I was just so happy to see him. None of this really makes sense. Why am I drawn to these males when I only just met them? Maybe it’s a vampire thing. Even so, Jack puts me at ease, and I feel like I’ve known him my whole life.
My brow rises at his comment. “Well, Officer Hart, what did bring you here then if it’s not for SNPD business?” My tone is teasing, but I’m pretty invested in his answer.
“I wanted to check on you.” His gaze follows me as I take a seat opposite him. Once I’m settled, he sits back down and continues. “I was thinking about you all night and wondering how you were faring in here.”
Despite myself, I can’t help but smile, my cheeks flushing. “You were thinking about me?”
Should I be flirting after just making out with another male when my boyfriend died only a few days ago? Probably not, but once again, I can’t stop myself.
He smiles slowly in return. “You left an impression on me.”
