Azrael's POV
Simone's sister, Camila, arrived in Beachbay today. She's taller than Simone, her skin is a richer color, and she's more jovial (that is because, I suppose, she doesn't have to deal with pregnancy hormones.) Already, she and the twins have danced the salsa and a faux-waltz together. Now, they're regaling her with tales of the girl they both like, and could she tell them who would be a better boyfriend?
It's impossible not to recognize the way she looks at me—like I'm a slab of juicy meat she can't wait to stick her teeth into. She stares straight at me throughout her conversation with the boys, telling me she's on to me. I won't lie, overall, it has been a very uncomfortable experience. I've been used to female attention all my life, so this crawling sensation up my spine is
