My body teetered between conflicting emotions: excitement and sadness.
Excitement because I'd see Christopher in a few minutes, though I had to call him Chace in school.
And sadness because I still had feelings for Gabe.
He'd promised he wouldn't leave.
Memories of the night he'd stayed with me surfaced, weighing down my heart. I missed that Gabe. He hadn't exactly left, but he didn't want me anymore either.
Sighing, I pulled open the front door to Salem Academy, home to more than sixteen hundred students, and realized I held my breath so I wouldn't smell blood.
Slowly I exhaled and snuck a timid breath.
A delicious blood-tinged aroma swirled with sweat and perfume.
A symphony of hearts beat all around me, but I didn't have the slightest twinge of a craving.
Something had
