Page 9 of Volik

Chapter 4

Nix

Ikeep my eyes straight ahead as I push open the front door and exit the administration building.

When I make it down the short flight of stairs to the walking path, I don’t run, but I do keep my strides quick as I turn in the direction of my classroom.

My heart was racing before I even stepped out of Jenny’s office. The urge to turn the opposite way down the hall, toward the vampire’s office, was so strong my hands started shaking.

Jenny being there, watching me leave, was probably the only thing that stopped me.

And that terrifies me.

I’m not an Alt chaser. I have a healthy fascination with their kind, especially given my profession and my desire to know everything about everything. But I’m not obsessed.

I’m not.

But… that moment. When he stopped outside the office door. It felt like there was something there. Between us.

I grip the strap of my bag tighter.

Maybe this is a normal reaction to being around a vampire? Maybe everyone feels the pull to them? Maybe our baser instincts can sense the magic they carry within them and we’re drawn to that?

Maybe everyone gets distressingly wet from mere nearness.

Except I can see at least ten students right now, walking between classes, and none of them are staring at the admin building. None of them seem to be drawn that way. They aren’t fighting with their own footsteps. They aren’t acting any sort of way at all.

I adjust the strap over my shoulder and inadvertently drag the material over my painfully pebbled nipple.

My bra and sweater do absolutely nothing to dull the sensation, and my core clenches in response.

Horrified at myself, I have to press my lips together when a moan tries to crawl up my throat.

I drop my gaze to the ground ahead of me, not wanting to accidentally make eye contact with anyone right now.

No one can know that I’m feeling like this.

And loath as I am to admit it, I’m pretty sure I’m the only person here struggling with sudden overwhelming horniness.

This isn’t normal.

What I’m experiencing is not normal.

Something is wrong.

I’ve never felt like this before. Not ever.

But it was the moment I felt those footsteps…

Could it just be the vibrations? Am I that hard up for sexual contact that thundering footsteps were enough?

But no, because when the footsteps stopped, I didn’t just snap out of it. Nope. When he stopped, I felt that pull, a physical pull, to open the door.

Pressing my hand to my chest, I remember the paper cut.

Could he smell my blood?

A shiver that hovers somewhere between lust and fear skitters down my spine.