were fangs.
“That’s all you got?” The officer sighed and shook his head.
“Sorry, sir. It all happened so fast.” Another lie . It had happened in slow motion. She remembered nearly every detail of the man, but she couldn’t share it. Hell, he might not even have been a man.
Definitely couldn’t mention that. She’d be in a snug white coat faster than she could say “monster.”
The officer stood and planted his palms on his desk. “If you remember any more, please, let us know. We’ve had some incidents around campus. I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to anyone else.”
“Around campus?” Sadie started to stand but stopped when her legs threatened to give out. Black stars crept into the corners of her vision.
“There have been a few attacks.” He drew in a deep breath. Two steps brought him in front of Sadie. “And I’m a little worried about the circumstances.”
“What do you mean?” Dasha asked as she rubbed Sadie’s back.
Sadie should be comforting Dasha—she was the one who’d gotten slammed into the wall.
“I’m afraid they’ve all been girls.” He glanced at Sadie, then at his hands. “Long blond hair, about five feet tall, with blue eyes.”
Sadie gulped.
“You’re saying they all looked like Sadie,” Dasha said.
He dipped his head. “It’s been kept quiet, but it won’t be anymore. We need to involve the authorities and inform the students. Put out an alert.” He knelt before Sadie and sat on his heels.
She was met with the kindest brown eyes she’d ever seen. Caring, like a father would be for a daughter in trouble. Protective. I bet he’s a great dad…
“I see you’re living on campus still, but graduating in a few days?”
She nodded. The darkness started creeping in until only a tunnel remained with Mr. Officer at the end. Breathe, girl. Just breathe. Her tongue morphed into a thick wad of cotton, and her stomach clenched. Little stabs of pain pricked at her arm, and she squeezed her fist.
“Sadie?” Dasha’s voice sliced through the thickness in her mind. “You sure you’re okay?”
Another nod. “Just a little freaked out. I’m fine.” Or not. Her head felt detached from her body, like it floated or she was drunk or something. She pushed up the shirtsleeve on her good arm to fight the heat blooming throughout her body.
“Yeah, let’s get out of here.” Dasha rose from her chair.
The officer held Sadie’s gaze. “Be safe, ladies. Stay together. Don’t hesitate to get in touch with us about anything unusual.”
“Thanks.”
“The county police might try to reach you two as well once we get them involved. Just a heads-up.”
Dasha led her to the door. Sadie held on to her best friend’s hand so tightly she felt the bones shifting beneath her fingers. She wasn’t sure how she’d made it, but soon found herself in the waiting room.
Justin bolted to his feet and reached for her. At the same time, the doors burst open and a massive body nearly filled the entire doorframe.
“Do not touch her.”
It was Hazel Eyes. Justin stepped away, hands up, but Dasha held on tight. “Hey—”
“Be still,” Hazel Eyes commanded Dasha, and she instantly settled.
But Sadie couldn’t comply with his order. As much as she hated how weak it made her feel, she gave in to the pain. Her eyes squeezed shut, her body curved forward, and she knew she’d hit the ground, face-first probably, in a matter of seconds.
But she didn’t.
Strong hands hoisted her up into even stronger arms. A cocoon of heat enveloped her body like she’d slipped into a warm bubble bath.
She ordered her eyes open and caught a glimpse of Hazel Eyes. No, Theo, that was his name .
“I’ve got you, Ahavah.”
“Theo,” she whispered.
“Heal her,” Justin said. “She was cut by that chaos demon.”
A growl erupted from the chest she lay against.
“What the hell is going on out here?” A deep voice she recognized as the security guard’s entered the