Chapter

Nineteen

Asher

“Stupid asshole vampire and your stupid perfect face,” I grumbled to myself as I stormed my way around the deserted campus.

It was the middle of the night. The light of the moon bathed everything in a pale glow, buildings casting shadows across the grounds. Jackson Hawke might’ve vanished without a trace three days ago when he ran from my room like a bat out of hell, but he still did dirty things to me in my dreams. Night after night, I woke with the memory of his lips on me, leaving me swollen, aching, desperate, and with no choice but to take matters into my own...