The Vampires' Last Lover (Dying of the Dark Vampires Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

dinner was on its way.
    I prayed she didn’t sense the insincerity behind my frozen smile. I wasn’t about to let her know that my world had just been rocked harder—hard enough that my pragmatic mind had splintered with unreal possibilities. Perhaps there truly was a madman out there after me.
    How was I to know I was still blissfully ignorant? I had only been told a very small portion of the whole story.



ello… Hel-lo!”
    I awoke with a start. It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the dorm room’s dimness. I could make out the faint outlines of my desk and the TV that still bore a faint glow from when it had last been turned off. Tyreen often took awhile to fall asleep, and would watch late night talk shows or VH1 videos until well after midnight—usually outlasting me by an hour. Me? I can sleep through almost anything.
    “
Huh
? Who’s in here?”
    I was a little surprised by the shrillness in my voice. Nothing like an immediate white flag when I could least afford one. Somebody was in my room. My brain was still foggy from sleep. The voice that had woken me was a male and had an accent, but it was different from Garvan. It felt vaguely familiar to me—perhaps it was one of the voices that had kept me awake last night.
    Luckily, or so I hoped anyway, I brought a small penlight to bed with me. I also had my Taser, hidden beneath my pillow. A vulnerable sleeping girl couldn’t be too careful with a vicious murderer on the loose in Knoxville. Especially when that sleeping girl’s own father had warned her she might be a target.
    “Shhh!” my visitor responded, moving closer to my ear. I grabbed the penlight and turned it on. The miniature halogen shined across the room and lit up the far wall. I had expected to see someone next to me, whispering into my ear. Instead, out of the corner of my eye I noticed someone directly
above
me.
    I shrunk back immediately and pulled the covers up to my neck, as if that would provide any protection. Movement at the foot of my bed caught my attention and the penlight’s circle lit up Garvan’s pale face and iridescent eyes.
    Unlike the previous evening, he smiled warmly. That knowledge could have eased my tension, if not for the unfamiliar face so close to mine. This other stranger was wearing an ornery grin. His ashen face was as stunningly handsome as his companion’s. The newcomer’s slicked-back hair and features were darker; a little curl hung down onto his forehead, sort of like Michael Jackson. His eyes were a brilliant blue—bluer than any I’d ever seen.
    “Txema, it is
good
to finally meet you!” the owner of this other face exclaimed, revealing fangs more pronounced than Garvan’s slender incisors. He was standing next to me, his face still close to my own. He seemed to find amusement in my fearful response, and threw his head back in uproarious laughter.
    It was my turn to shush him, and I did so harshly, anger replacing panic.
    “Be quiet or you’ll wake up Tyreen!” I scolded him. “If that happens, you’ll be in a serious world of shit, and then everyone on this floor will be up and going crazy on you!”
    Although I didn’t know for sure what these guys were—other than being quite adept at sneaking into my dorm room—I entertained the idea that maybe they could read a person’s thoughts. I figured that was how Garvan knew my name the other night. If it was true, I hoped they both received my mental image of sixty angry bitches pummeling their asses. The dark-haired one definitely caught something from either my thoughts or, more likely, my perturbed expression. He chuckled while studying me. For a moment, his eyes turned a deeper shade of cobalt.
    “Let me go check on your friend,” he said, with a wry grin. This one’s accent was even more genteel than Garvan’s. Like he had spent much of his earthly existence managing an exotic island plantation, like the old ones in the Caribbean. His face disappeared, and I heard Tyreen’s bedcovers