CYRUS
I was nervous.
I was never nervous.
Hunting gave me a certain kind of high. It filled my blood with adrenaline and excitement and sharpened my eyes until all I could focus on was the target.
Fucking gave me a thrill for how long the round lasted. It was never anything special to me. Find a willing lady—and I had never met anyone who wasn't willing—and find a private location. Or any location at all, period. Privacy hadn't really been a priority.
Fighting. It filled me with hunger. A hunger for more blood, more bodies, and only blood could quench that hunger.
Nothing. Nothing, in as long as I could remember, had ever made me nervous.
But apparently, a date with Avery could.
I was parked outside the university when I saw other cars driving in. I had initially
