Dark Surrender (The Dark Ones Saga 3)

And afraid.

Only I’d take the TV show over what he was currently doing. It almost felt like he was… searching.

Me.

Inside my head.

“Stop that,” I snapped. “It feels funny.”

His eyes widened. “What did you just do?”

I shrugged. “I told you to stop.”

“I’m an immortal. I stop for no one.”

The heat in my body intensified until I felt like someone had set a fire near my feet and blown on it.

“Stop twitching,” he hissed.

“I’m really hot.” I swayed. “I can’t help it.” My vision blurred just as he braced me. “So hot.”

“Eh, I get that all day.”

“Me. I’m hot.”

“Slight exaggeration on your part.”

“Cry.” His eyes locked on mine once again.

I shook my head. “I don’t want to cry.”

“Laugh.”

“What is wrong with you?” I tried to jerk free, but the guy was a muscular demigod, or at least looked like one. Me struggling was probably as funny as watching a fly squirm in a spider’s web.

I accidently knocked his hood back as I pressed my fingertips to my forehead.

The girls behind me cried harder. “He’s so pretty!”

His smile widened and then disappeared altogether when he stared down at me. “Well? Don’t you agree? Aren’t I pretty?”

The way he twisted the words, made it sound like an insult. To call him pretty. And the last thing I wanted to do was die.

I mean I had plants to water.

My life sucked.

But it was still my life.

And as soon as I saved enough money for college, I was going to live it.

“I uh, no.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Did you just say… no?”

“I think so, yes. No. That depends.”

He held up his hand. “Leave us.”