CLARE – POV
I never in my life thought I'd be happy—genuinely, bone-deep happy—to see a vampire.
But the second that branch snapped below me, and I peered over the gnarled edge of the branch I was hiding on, my heart almost leapt out of my chest... until I met his eyes.
Blaze.
Tall. Furious. Barely holding back the murderous rage written in every line of his body. And yet, the moment he saw me, something in his expression cracked. Like the only thing tethering him to reason was me.
Yeah. That face. That 'I'm about to rip someone's spine out and floss with it' face.
And still—I felt relief. Pure, messy, terrified relief.
Better the devil I know than a forest full of snarling wolf-men with power complexes and fangs. Blaze might be possessive, dangerous, and emotionally chaotic, but he hadn't tried to eat me yet. That was a win in my current tally.
