And that kind of hurts like, so much more than it should.
We ride in silence for a long time. None of us has anything to say. There’s not really anything to say in a moment like this, is there? I’m thinking about how lost I am, and how much it hurts to be so totally unwanted by these vampires, and they’re thinking about how much they should have gotten a different girl.
Someone better.
Stronger.
Prettier.
Maybe they want someone sexier.
Apparently, they all want someone who is more easily controlled than me, and how horrible is that?
How awful is it that the girl they got won’t even do their bidding?
Shit.
At some point, I must drift off to sleep, because when I open my eyes again, we’re pulling up to a large, oversized castle, and the sun is rising.
“Oh no,” I whisper, pushing myself off of Eli. Apparently, I passed out on him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, he’s looking at me with a sort of wry satisfaction on his face.
“Sleep well?”
“I mean, yes, but,” I gesture at the window.
“What is it?” He asks. “The castle? That’s ours.”
“No, I mean, that’s great,” I say, flustered. “But the sun. It’s rising.”
“Yes, that’s what happens in the morning,” Benjamin says in his surly way. Okay, so apparently Mr. Crabbypants is still irritated with the fact that I kissed him yesterday. Tough. He’s definitely just going to have to get over that.
“Aren’t you...won’t you?”
“What?” Matthew asks, confused.
Benjamin gets what I’m trying to say, though, and he gets a strange look on his face. I can’t tell if he’s amused or if he thinks I’m an idiot.
“She thinks we burn in the sun,” he says.
“Don’t you?” I whisper, but now I suddenly feel like someone who has been completely left out of a cruel joke.
“You’d like that,” Benjamin mutters, and he looks away. Even now, in the early morning light, I can see that he’s a beautiful man. I didn’t get the best look last night. Not of any of them. Now, though, I can see that they’re each wildly handsome in their own ways.
Benjamin is definitely the broody vamp of the group. He’s got dark, bright eyes that seem to see right through me, and his chiseled jaw line is ridiculously perfect. I want to lick it, but I shouldn’t.
Right?
I shouldn’t try to lick him?
Somehow, I know that I shouldn’t.
I fucking want to, though.
Then there’s Matthew. He seems like the quiet one of the group. He’s a little more pensive than the other two, but no less gorgeous. Matthew has a long scar on his face, but I don’t care about that. It doesn’t do anything to diminish his beauty. It doesn’t take away anything about the way he looks.
And finally, there’s Eli.
Perfect Eli.