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Stella It's super awkward climbing out of Evan's car outside Ashley's mansion. We hadn't spoken a single word during the entire ride. Yet my heart is thudding and performing somersaults. Why does Evan has to be so intense? I'm feeling ready to collapse. But I have to keep myself standing while picking up my bag and a few books from the seat. Evan watches me in silence, and right now, his eyes are purely blue, not a hint of that aggressive red. He looks at me, and I find myself wondering why. I look back at him, and he breaks the silence. "You..." Evan hesitates and stares at the wheel. "Take care, okay?" Take care? Evan the cold-hearted vampire prince is actually talking to me? I blink before my lips curl into a shy smile. I guess this is Evan's attempt at trying to be friendly.