Trey
“How’d you know we’d be here, anyway?” I ask Sheridan as I drop her off by her car in Fight Club’s lot. After a few questions, Garrett and I discovered she didn’t have her car, having walked. We took turns chewing her ear off before Garrett told me to give her a ride.
Which is how I ended up riding my bike back with Sheridan’s arms around my waist and her soft body pressed into my back, fangs descending in my mouth and my d**k ready to split the front of my jeans.
Lucky me.
“Sheridan?” I ask again, getting in her face so she can’t dodge my question. “How did you know we were meeting the leeches in the wash?”
The way she hesitates before answering, I know I’m not going to like the answer.
“Nero,” she admits. “It was the leech, Nero.”
My curse echoes around the lot.
“Trey, I can
