*Claire*
Deflated. Miserable. The moment I arrived home, I sank into my pajamas and curled up in bed. I told Nathaniel I had another headache and that everything went okay, but I know he knew I was lying at that moment. I hated lying, but it was the only way for me to quickly excuse myself and avoid eating dinner with Amber.
I knew I didn't like her, but this was a whole new level of loathing.
She, of all people, decided to question me and say that I didn't love Nathaniel enough to change. Her accusation that I was unwilling to become a vampire made me bristle, desiring nothing but retaliation. Amber said hundreds of women would be lining up for him to change and that they wouldn't give it a second thought. Amber called me out that I was not already a vampire and said that my love for
