20
Val’s shift at the infirmary is just ending as I get there.
“Back again?” he asks. “I’m sure they’ll be happy to see you. I heard the patients are getting a little stir crazy.”
“Actually, um…” I blush and then just blurt it out. “I came to see you.”
Val’s eyebrows lift, along with the side of his mouth that seems to live in a semi-permanent smirk.
“I mean, if Larissa won’t mind,” I add in a tone that comes out snarkier than intended.
Val’s smirk deepens. “No, Larissa is not the possessive type. Odd for a vampire. Usually once we know who we want, we want them to be ours and ours alone.”
Val’s gaze fixes on me as he says these words and is it crazy to think that he might be talking about me? But then he swivels with his usual liquid grace, calling over his shoulder, “Wait there, I
