Willow.
I never really sleep on the nights when my head and my heart are at war but tonight was worse than all the restless ones that came before it. I lay in the narrow dorm bed with eyes pinned to the rafters and blanket twisted around my legs like a snare.
Every time I managed to drift for more than a heartbeat, the memory of Damon’s face with those dark eyes, parted mouth and that sudden raw hunger dragged me straight back up gasping.
After the fourth or maybe the fifth cycle of that torture I gave up, shoved the blanket aside and padded out barefoot. The corridor lamps were dimmed to embers and the whole institute breathed its slow oblivious sleep. My pulse thudded loud enough to echo.
I ducked through the little side door that opened onto the rear grounds that cut across the d
