Page 112 of Eternal Surrender

The rain didn’t let up, striking with such insistence it sounded as though it was warning me to go after her.

I sensed Sebastian in the doorway.

“Would vampires ever be caught dead in Wellington Boots?” he asked and glanced outside.

I gave a crooked smile and pulled the long drapes to shut out the world.

“So what’s this evidence I photocopied for Inspector Jansen?” he asked.

“I offered to show it to a friend who can read hieroglyphics,” I said.

He grinned. “Surely there’s experts at the museum that can do that?”

“He’s a renowned professor of ancient Egyptian.”

He was also meant to be leading the investigation into returning me to my former selves. It sounded strange to even think it. Paying him a visit was essential if I was going to take my future into my own hands.

Jacob was taking too long to find answers.

I threw Sebastian a wary look. “Don’t say it, Sebastian.”

“I see the way she looks at you. And the way you look at her.”

I rested against the ledge.

He twisted his mouth as though mulling over his next words. “Overheard her ask your opinion about James.”

“What could I say?”

“You’re not planning on telling her then?” he asked. “About Lola?”

I peered over at the half-empty mug resting on the desk. “This is her chance at a normal life.”

“Who are you trying to convince?” He came closer. “Why are you afraid of your feelings for her?”

“It’s a matter of pain now or pain later.”

“Funny, you strike me as someone who goes after what they want.”

With a flash of thought, I was sitting back down at the desk.

“I’ll never get used to that,” he said in a high-pitched tone.

“Yes, you will.”

“You once told me that what we love is worth fighting for.”

“Sure that was me?”

“You’re terrified of needing her.” Sebastian stepped closer.

“It’s complicated.”

“Love often is.”

“Have you any idea of the willpower it takes not to bury my fangs into her?” I rose and came round to his side. “It’s my natural inclination. That’s what I’m up against.”

Sebastian sat on the edge of the desk. “You don’t seem to mind me being around.”