CHAPTER NINETEEN
Vivian lurked in the shadows outside of Blake’s house, concealing herself behind a tree. From this angle, she could see that inside the house there was a single light on, in an upstairs bedroom. She decided to try her luck and, with a quick glance around her to make sure no one was looking, flew up to the window.
She landed on the sloped porch roof with a soft thud and peered in through the glass. There was Blake. The sight of him made a sensation like electricity buzz through her veins. She was so close to owning him, to beating Scarlet. Her heart fluttered with anticipation.
Blake was facing away, seated on his bed with his shoulders hunched. Vivian deduced from his posture that he was unhappy. Somewhere, deep in the recesses of her brain, she felt that old human emot
