32 | the date
Charlotte
“I don’t want to go to him! What if he kills me?” I questioned Rebecca as I grabbed her arm and stopped her. There was a short moment while we were sitting outside and discussing about bats when Marcus called me and said that he would be taking me out for dinner. He persisted when I continually declined because I was not comfortable in being in anything romantic with a vampire—the one who had bitten me twice.
“Lola, if he wanted to kill you, he would’ve already. I’m going home and getting you some clothes so you can dress fancy with a date to my—brother.” I choked on my breath when she mentioned that he was her brother.
“He’s not your brother,”
“Yes, but he raised me like one so I see him like that,” she said. “Now, go on, take a shower and I will be back in
