Forged in Blood: A Dark Paranormal/ Fantasy romance (Broken Bloodlines Book 1)

“Dammit!” The girl sitting a few seats away from me pushes her long auburn hair out of her face as she shakes her pen and curses again.

“You want to borrow one of mine?” I ask her.

I brace myself, waiting for the sneer or eye roll that usually follows me attempting to spark up a conversation with anyone. But she smiles, and it lights up her pretty, lightly freckled face that reminds me of the models in makeup commercials. “Do you mind?”

I rummage through my pencil case and pull out a pen for her. “Not at all. I have dozens of them.”Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She reaches along the table and takes it from me. Holding it aloft, she eyes the unicorn pattern, and I cringe. I just turned nineteen; it’s probably time for me to stop buying shit with unicorns on it. “Cute,” she says with another smile. “Thanks so much. You’re a lifesaver.”

I smile back. “You’re welcome.”

She reaches across the desk again, holding out her hand. “I’m Cadence.”

I take her outstretched hand. “Ophelia.”

“It’s so nice to meet you, Ophelia.” She giggles. “I love your hair, by the way.”

I unconsciously curl a strand between my fingers. “Thanks. I love yours too.”

She glances at my history textbook. “History, huh? Are you in Professor Drakos’s class?”

His name makes my pulse race. Or maybe it’s the image of him striding into class with his battered briefcase. How he takes off his jacket and folds it neatly over the back of his chair. Before he rolls his white shirt sleeves up over his powerful forearms. Every single time. Does the man not own a short-sleeved shirt?

Calm down, Ophelia. Just because he’s a hot vampire doesn’t mean you have to geek out at the mention of his name. “Uh, yeah.”

She pops an eyebrow. “He’s hot, right?”

My cheeks flush. Hotter than the fiery pits of hell. “I guess so.”

She lets out a dreamy sigh. “I swear I spent my entire first semester last year just drooling over him. It’s a wonder I took any notes at all.” She giggles again. “But if you have the same problem, let me know.” She nods at my textbook and taps the side of her nose. “I took that same class last year, so I have all the inside knowledge.”

“Thanks, Cadence. I’ll keep that in mind.”

She winks at me and goes back to her studying.

I go back to my textbook, pressing my lips together to suppress my giddy smile. It was one conversation—a brief conversation, at that. Nothing to get excited about. But it was a connection. The most positive one I’ve had with a person for as long as I can remember—other than Malachi, who’s technically not even a person. And she thinks unicorns are cute, so she must be both intelligent and fun.

Maybe it’s a sign that things are looking up for me.

Tipping my face toward the fading sun on my way back to my dorm, I smile. Today has been a good day. A guy from my algebra class jogs by, his shirt emblazoned with the Ruby Dragon logo, and I idly wonder where the guys are and what they’re doing. I want to kick myself for giving them even a second’s thought, but despite their annoying presence in my life, they at least talk to me. Aside from the girl I met in the library this afternoon, they’re the closest thing I have to friends. And sure, that’s totally pathetic, but I’m not going to think about that right now.

I round the corner and come face-to-face with Xavier. He smirks at me, and my deluded heart skips a beat at the sight. Stop it, Ophelia!

“Out for an evening walk, Cupcake?”

I roll my eyes. “That’s allowed, right?”

He rocks his head from side to side. “You recall what happened the last time you went walking alone at night.”

My eyes dart to the shadows of the building behind him. The same place I first met them. “Is … Are Axl and Malachi with you? Are you keeping watch?”

He shrugs. “Malachi is indisposed.”

I peer over his shoulder. “But Axl’s back there?”

“Run along, little girl, before you get yourself into a whole mess of trouble. Again.”

I shake my head. “You guys are going to get caught dining on students one of these days. You do know that?”

His grin widens, and he inches closer, his large frame towering over me. “But you already know what happens to the people who catch us, Cupcake.” His voice is deep and dark, and it makes goosebumps break out along my forearms, which only makes him laugh. I hate that they have the ability to read my body’s reactions, especially since it seems to have a mind of its own around them.

“One day someone important could catch you.”

He cups my jaw, tilting my chin so he can stare into my eyes. My breath hitches when he dips his head. “Are you not important, Ophelia?”

“You know I’m not,” I whisper. “Now take your hand off me and let me get home.”

“I can hear your heart racing, Cupcake. I think you like my hand on you.” His husky tone goes straight to my core.

“I do not,” I say, but even I hear how weak it sounds.

He laughs darkly and releases me. “Run home, little girl.”

I huff out a sigh and brush past him, his psychotic laugh ringing in my ears. As I pass the building, I steal a glance at the shadows, unable to resist seeing who Axl’s latest victim is. Regret strikes immediately, my heart laid bare with surgical precision as I fight to catch my breath.

I stand, rooted to the spot as though my limbs have become part of the earth, and watch him suck on her neck. Penelope claws at his thick sandy-blond hair and moans, her head tipped back and one leg wrapped around his waist as she grinds against him. I suck in a loud, stuttered breath that catches his attention. His fangs still in her skin, he winks at me.

Bastard!

I have no idea why my heart just shattered into a billion fragments and fell into the pit of my stomach. We aren’t friends, Axl and I. Not even acquaintances. He’s made it clear how much he despises me. But fool that I am, I clung to some ridiculous notion that our daily interactions had grown into something more than his desire to make my life hell.

It’s now abundantly clear how wrong I was.

Tearing my eyes away from him, I force my feet to move. I want to run, but I refuse to allow him or Xavier the satisfaction of knowing how much they’ve hurt me. So I steadily put one foot in front of the other, tears blurring my vision and my legs trembling with each shaky step.

Axl bit Penelope. And he only bites people that he likes—people who smell good. Not people like me. What the hell is wrong with me? Like I even want to get bitten by a vampire! I’m not insane. Or am I?

A heaving sob rattles through my chest. I swallow it down and wipe my cheeks with the backs of my hands, furious at myself for crying. Except my tears aren’t alone. Rain streams down my face and hammers onto the sidewalk below my feet, soaking through my clothes and streaking down my cheeks. So I let myself cry, safe in the knowledge that even if someone could see me under the blackening sky, nobody would be able to distinguish my tears from the freezing rain. Nobody but me anyway. Because each one burns my skin with a fresh wave of anger, shame, and sorrow.

I imagine that it must be heartbreaking to get hurt by someone who cares for you. But realizing you never meant anything to a person to begin with—that has to be the worst kind of pain there is.