dress?”
“David, of course I’ll wear the dress. I love the dress.”
“I know you do.”
“I know you know I do.” The sun co uld not warm the cold in my heart if it sat at high noon
for three days, as much as David did when he smile d at me l ike that. All of the i rritation over the
dress evaporated in one flash of his turned lip and irresistibly cute dimples. “Thank you, by the way.”
“For what?”
“The other night, when you closed my window—it rained and I would’ve been very cold if
you—” My words dissipated with a gasp of air; I pr ojected forward, nearly striking the dash as the
car screeched to a halt in the middle of the desola te road. “David! What the hell!” I pried my fingers
from their grip of fear on the seat, then slapped David hard—not hard enough, though. He didn’t
even flinch.
“When was this, Ara? Which night are you talking about?”
“Friday. Why?” I rubbed at my now throbbing hand.
“Tell me exactly what you think I di d.” He grabbed my face and turned my head from one
side to the other, then let out a breath.
“David, tell me what the hell is going on! Now!”
After a moment of stillness, David looked over his shoulder, then back at me. “It ’s nothing.
Just…don’t worry about it.” He studied the steering wheel, his eyes narrowing.
“Are you saying it wasn’t you up in my room?”
“Ara, I never close your window.”
My blood ran cold.
“I’m pretty sure it was my brother.”
“What?”
David reluctantly turned his head to look at me. “I’m sorry, Ara, I should have known—from
the scent.”
“The scent?”
“Yes. It’s nearly exactly the same as mine, only, I should’ve followed my gut when I realised
it was on things I never touch—things I’ve never been near.”
“Are you saying there was some strange vampire in my room? While I was sleeping? Oh, my
God.” Oh, my God! Okay, calm yourself, Ara. Calm down. “I think I’m hyperventilating.”
“It’s okay, Ara. Really. He would never hurt you—you have nothing to worry about.” He
placed a hand on my shoulder.
I don’t feel convinced.
“He’s like me, my love—in so many ways. He’s a good guy.” David rubbed the back of his
neck. “He’s just curious about you.”
“Then why did he sneak into my room? What is it with you Knight boys?”
“It’s my fault—I wouldn’t let him meet you.”
“Why? Why wouldn’t you want me to meet him if he’s no threat?”
“Well, let’s just say he has no trouble being himself around humans. He doesn’t fit into your
world as well as I do—anymor e.” David looked do wn at his hands for a second. “He can come
across as a little...malevolent.”
“Malevolent? And you tell me not to worry that he was in my room? With me? Alone?”
“Yes.”
“David!”
“Perhaps I was wrong to keep you from him.” He rubbed his chin. “As brothers—as twins—
we were always taught to share everything—with the exclusion of girlfriends, of course, but I can
understand his curiosity.” David nodded, his gaze drifting into the world of nothing. “I have never,
after all, been this…enthralled by anything.” He br ushed my hair fr om my face and stared at me
intently—the hint of a smile returning to one corner of his mouth.
“Really? Never?”
“Nope. Since I met you, Ara, my life has purpose. I feel like I’m alive again, like there is a
point to life.”
“Even without me, David, there’s always a point to life.” I flicked my hair from my face.
“But, if he’s glad you’re happy, why would he risk scaring you by sneaking into my room—wouldn’t
he figure you’d find out?”
“Probably not—he’s more powerful than I.”
“What do you mean?”
“He can read vampire minds—among other things. I can only read human minds. Without
you mentioning it, I’d never’ve known.”
My body stiffened a little and my toes curled over. That’s not very