Chapter Twelve
“Don’t kill me.” Please. I whispered, leaving the last word lingering in my mind.
Laughter echoed from the shadows. The sound reverberated with not one growl...but three. Cries and whimpers from the other girls grew to a crescendo. But they weren’t the ones who’d failed the test...they weren’t the ones who couldn’t make a desperate mortal guy be remotely attracted to her.
They weren’t the ones who fought her own desires. I reached up and touched my lips, still feeling the brush of warmth. Memories rose in my head. Trevor’s hands on my waist, the feel of his hips pressing against mine. But excited? Not even a little. Wasn’t that supposed to happen?
I closed my eyes and looked down, hating how the floor seemed to be one massive hole I wanted to crawl into.
“What happened?
