Chase’s P.O.V
I stepped off the bus an hour later, my stomach twisting as the school stood ahead, its gray and white brick shining more menacing than ever.
The crisp morning air did nothing to cool the anger burning in my chest, or the fear burning up my spine. Alex’s smug smirk at breakfast, the way he’d strolled out after Landon’s promise of “protection,” had been looping in my mind the entire ride, I was unable to think straight, my mind occupied with so many thoughts.
He’d tricked me, manipulated me into giving him my blood, my body, all under the lie that I needed him to survive those vampires in school.
But Mom and Landon had already ensured my safety, hadn’t they? The Marshall Coven’s claim was supposed to keep me untouchable. So why had Alex played me like that? I needed to
