Page 2 of Pretty Little Shadow
It was the only up-to-date, accurate Scorch Tracker.
God, I hated that I knew that.
The site was basically a place where people posted about where Darius was and what he was doing every day. There was a small bubble on the top of the screen that showed his last confirmed location, and people posted photos and videos of him frequently.
I couldn’t help but look him up every night since he gave me a corn dog and let me steal his takeout food.
That had happened when I helped his best friend, Merrily, "beat" her mate, who was basically my older brother, in a fight.
There were always other people in the pictures of Darius. He was known for having a lot of sex. It was kind of his thing.
I wasn't sure which people in the photographs were the ones he was fucking, but some dark part of me wanted to know.
He'd made an announcement in the news and on social media about changing his ways a couple weeks earlier. He'd even gotten a job in a coffee shop and was spending his evenings in laid-back bars instead of nightclubs.
He was still surrounded by people, though. Always.
I glanced at the clock.
8:58 PM.
I'd officially been trying to send this message fortwo hours.
Something was severely wrong with me.
“He’s probably already hooking up with someone,” I whispered to my shadows. Not that they had ears. They were just magic that danced around my skin constantly. They were keeping me alive, so they felt like a part of me. “I can’t fuck a guy who already fucked someone else in the last twenty-four hours, can I? That’s weird, right?”
It didn’t sound weird, though.
Why the hell did I want him so badly?
I’d never had this problem before, and I genuinely hated it.
I let out a harsh breath.
Fine.
I wasn’t sending the text.
I’d just go to the bar. If he was already with someone, I’d leave without letting him know I was there.
Going out in public was the worst. People stared and judged me, and I was awkward. I always worried that the truth about my past would come out, too.
I would just have to deal with it.
“I’m going to regret this,” I muttered to myself, shaking my head before I stood up. The hunger in my lower belly had been a problem since I smelled Dare's blood. It was another reason I couldn't stop thinking about him.
I hadn't really wanted to drink blood for more than a decade, but I kept fantasizing about his.
He was just… magnetic. In every way. It had to be his magic, but I’d never actually felt that power pulling me in the way other people said they did. I hadn’t ever felt it atall.
Maybe that meant something was wrong with me.
Or maybe it would solve my problem, and the moment I saw him again, I would stop obsessing over him.
Obsessing was normal for me, but not the way I’d been doing it with him.
Maybe I was finally having a sexual awakening at twenty-six years old.
