Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Maybe I’d have more information by now if I would stop trying to follow them around. Lately they’ve been hanging at Ravana’s house. She lives in one of the four connected houses. I’m going to go there tonight so I can maybe get a peek at the twins. I haven’t seen them in almost two days and a strange ache has started to form in my stomach.
I toss my bag into my passenger seat before checking to make sure I have a stash of snacks for the night. I reach in, grabbing a bag of cotton candy and eating a few bites. Once I’ve gotten my sugar rush I put my car into drive.
The moon lights up the graveyard tonight and some people might think it looks eerie. The headstones always made me sad. A few of them are all together, forgotten, and never get even a single flower anymore. It’s always a reminder to me why books are so special. They can carry so much history and tell the stories so that not all things are lost to time.
It doesn’t take me long to get to Ravana’s home, but I park away from the gate so I won’t be noticed. I see a limo is sitting outside and I watch, unsure how I feel about this. I’ve followed the twins a few times and they go to bars, but I could never get in. I was never dressed to club standards in my black yoga pants and black hoodie—the most inconspicuous clothing to wear while I’m essentially stalking.
I’d wait outside those nights to see when they left. One time they left alone, but another time I’d fallen asleep in my car waiting. I knew if I’d seen them leave the bar with women it would have killed something inside of me. I don’t even understand that. I don’t know them and for all I do know they are jerks that bang everything that moves. They could be leaving a trail of broken hearts all over the city with how handsome they are. I’m probably not far off the mark, but they could also be vampires who are feeding off people.
Jealousy always hits me when I think about them drinking someone’s blood, and I’m pretty sure I’m crazy at this point. What do I want them to do, feed off of me or something? The idea should scare the shit out of me, but it doesn’t. When I think about their mouths on me, my whole body tingles. I know I’m going to get caught eventually. I know this and I have no idea what I’ll do if it happens. I could always play dumb and say I’ve been worried about Juliet.
I break from my thoughts as I watch Ravana leave the house with Ezra and Erik right behind her. They all get into the limo together and take off. It’s a date, I know it.
All three were dressed for a night out on the town. The twins’ usual jeans and shirts were gone and now they were wearing slacks and button-up shirts. Which one of the brothers is Ravana dating?
I’d say she’s beautiful, but she’s more than that. She’s got long dark hair and even longer legs. She has a body some women would kill for, so how could they not want her?
Does it matter which one is dating her? Because I don’t want her touching either of them. An anger I’ve never felt in my life slices through me. I’m not used to such a raw feeling and I swallow, trying to get myself under control. They’re probably picking up another woman or maybe they’re meeting her there. They both can’t be her date. Can they?
While the idea fills me with jealousy, something else sparks. Could you imagine having them both? One woman belonging to the two of them is just scandalous, yet my body heats up. This time it has nothing to do with the anger, but something like a deep desire.
I pull away from the curb and follow them. I should turn around and go home right this second. I know I might see something tonight that will break my heart, but I keep on following because I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to stop.
One
Erik
The sun finally sets and takes the rest of its light along with it. I’m sitting on the window bench looking out into the trees that surround our house.
“Did you even go to bed?” Ezra asks as he walks from his bedroom over to me.
His bare chest glows in the moonlight as he gets closer. We’re identical in every way even down to how we’re dressed. His loose gray shorts hang low on his hips and there’s a trail of dark hair across his chest that leads down his stomach. When he comes over and sits down next to me he pushes his hair out of his face and rubs the sleep out of his eyes.