Alina’s POV
“Tell me, Wren. How long did it take for you to regret asking Kat to turn you? Was it about the time your skin started rotting, or not until you started thirsting for your own mother’s blood?”
We’re down to the final few turns. Wren is impressively good at pool, though not as good as me. I’ve been trying to pair each savage insult with my best attempt at bedroom eyes whenever Noah isn’t looking, and it seems to be working; at one point, I was pretty sure I saw a tent starting to form in his jeans, and he excused himself to go to the restroom.
I had half a mind to follow him, but, of course, that would be way too risky.
“I don’t know,” Wren says as he misses his last stripe. I get the feeling it was intentional; he doesn’t want this game to end. Either that, or he wants to l
