Chapter VIII
“DO YOU MIND MAKING yourself scarce today?” Anthony asked the next morning over breakfast.
I stopped midway to shoving some scrambled eggs into my mouth, my fork frozen in the air. “Why?”
Anthony licked his lips and smirked. “Do I have to give you a reason?”
I watched him pushing the food around his plate, that annoying grin still plastered on his face. He never asked about my comings and goings and I wasn’t sure why I cared about his.
“It’s just strange, you asking me to leave. That has never happened before.” That was it, I realized. Anthony had never asked for time away from me, and this inexplicable dread gripped me. I feared he was hiding something important.
“Fair enough. I have a vampire friend coming over. She hasn’t seen me in years and she hates the trueborn a
