Merylle’s POV
Our eyes locked. I could still remember the swift change in his eye color.
'What was that? Did he read my mind? Why would he? He is not the type of vampire who would do such a thing.'
My heart won't stop racing at its not normal beat. It's no big deal. I think the only reason why I feel like this whenever he is around, is because I am afraid of him.
'He is the head of the council and the most sensible royal member in their generation. Of course, I should be afraid!' I reasoned out... even in the deepest part of my mind, I know it isn't the case.
I am gracing my way to the familiar halls of the school when suddenly, a high-pitched voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Meeeerryyllleee!!!"
Before I can turn to the owner of the voice, I felt someone's heavyweight on my back
