bChapter /b206

Sienna’s POV:

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As soon as my eyes met his, it felt like my heart was going to explode. The phrase, amon human hyperbole, had never meant anything to me before. It was just an absurdbination of words. But now, it was a terrifyingly urate description.

The moment my gaze locked with his, a scaring, powerful jolt went through my chest, like a defibritor shocking my heart back to life after hours of silence.

Only now that my blood was rushing to my head and my mind had gone a frantic, chaotic mess did I realize that, I had made a huge mistakeing here.

I need to leave. Right now.

My instincts, the logical part of my brain that had always dictated my every move, screamed at me to run. I moved forward, ignoring his calls. Damn it. What was wrong with me? I was losing control.

I could feel himing closer, his scent growing stronger with every step. My eyes widened as my body shuddered as though sensing he was about to touch me. I pped his hand away before it could, a swift, violent motion, my chest heaving up and down. My every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, a hot, searing me that licked at my skin and made me want to scream. My hands trembled, and I clenched them into fists, my nails biting into my palms.

I couldn’t really tell what he was asking me, but it was probably something along the line of “What’s wrong with you?” He seemed worried. And for a moment, a brief, horrifying second, I felt something. A pang of….. guilt? He was worried about me. It made me want to push him away, to protect him from myself. I shook my head.

“Nothing.” I wanted to leave. I wanted to run. But just then he uttered my name again, this time not in shock, panic or anger. But something else, like he was pleading for me, “Sienna.”

The sound was a soft, raw, thing that was a thousand times more effective than his frantic calls. My eyes widened as I swallowed and looked at him.

The hallway was not empty. My ears picked up on the whispers of a few students. I could hear their thoughts. ‘Oh my god, is that Haider? Who is he talking to?‘ ‘Is that the girl from our ss? The weird one who wears all ck?‘ ‘Are they dating?‘

This was not good. I could erase the CCTV footage, but I couldn’t erase the student’s memories.

I grabbed his sleeve, my hands shaky as I made my way to find an empty ssroom. I had to get out of here. This was not fucking good at all. Was I stupid? How could I have been so reckless? Coming here was basically putting him in danger. What if Anna saw the school CCTV footage and suspected him? What if she discovered he was the human I had bitten?

As soon as I found an empty ssroom, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. I let go of his arm and took five steps away from him. So that his scent seemed a tiny bit less overpowering.

But it was still making me go nuts. His presence, his scent. God. I wanted him. At this moment? My mind kept

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repeating the dream of him on top of me, his lips on mine, his teeth nipping at my neck.

I was disgusted with myself.

I took in a deep shuddering breath, and held out my hand to stop him as he moved forward with a frown. “Sienna, What’s wrong with you?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Nothing. It’s… nothing. Haider. I need you to stay away from me.” The words were a desperate plea as I tried to process my thoughts and begin exining to him.

He seemed to stiffen for a second before he spoke, his voice having turned deep, a low, powerful growl bthat /bwas a thousand times more terrifying than his gentle voice. “Why? What are you hiding? And.. what’s that smell?” His voice had changed slightly, taking on a deeper note, making my head snap to his.

My eyes widened when I saw his eyes bright. Not in a metaphorical way, but like his eyes were glowing green slightly. Or maybe it was just me? Since my surroundings had turned back toplete gray. The only thing left was the intense, overpowering presence of Haider. My heart jumped and I clenched my fists. Damn it. I swallowed the strange lump in my throat as I looked away. Was this the side effect of not feeling emotions your whole life? That now that I was experiencing them… it felt like I was going tobust.

“Did you not drink blood since yesterday? Is that what it is?” He asked and I stiffened. Then I shook my head.

The room went quiet for a long moment before he spoke again.

“So you did?” I couldn’t tell if he was relieved because there was a hint of something else in his voice, something raw and dangerous. Then I heard him take a step forward and I stepped back, my body trembling slightly. “Don’t!” I said, my voice hoarse, trying to tell him to stay back but he didn’t listen.

“Whose blood did you drink?” He asked, his voice a low, angry growl. He kept moving forward, and I kept going backwards, unable to answer his question,ced with anger. He was angry?

I gasped as my back hit the wall. But I didn’t look up. Something was wrong with my eyes. They felt… wet. The sensation was a foreign, unsettling thing. Water. I was crying? I, a creature who had never shed a tear, was crying.

I kept trying to push something down my throat, but then my eyes widened when I felt a touch on my chin and Haider pulled my face up to look at him and his eyes widened, “You’re… crying?b” /b

My heart skipped a beat and my lower lip trembled. The feeling was strange. “No.” I voiced out, my voice hoarse, defeated.

He scoffed then and looked away before turning back to me, his face grim. One arm leaning on the wall beside my head, my neck craned to him. I felt a pang of something, something akin to a primal, powerful sense of longing. “If you think I’m just going to leave you here looking like this, then you’re wrong. You either tell me what’s going on… or we can stay here all day.”

I really tried. I tried to push it all down. The emotions, the heat, the overwhelming need for him. But I couldn’t do it anymore. The dam had broken. I couldn’t hold back my tears as my hands moved up grasping his shirt in a vice grip and I finally whispered, my voice a low, broken sob. “I’m…..going into heat.” My voice

cracked as I finished.