Clare pov:
The air grew noticeably colder—chill crawling up my spine, and I knew it was him. Mr. I'm-the-Vampire-Prince-and-the-World-Is-My-Gothic-Symphony. Freaking Blaze. His presence always made the room feel like a crypt in winter.
And just when I was trying to mentally kill him off in a dream, the other side of the bed dipped.
You have got to be kidding me.
I was the sandwich in a supernatural pissing match.
They were both lying down. One on either side. Like territorial animals marking space while I was pretending to be asleep.
Fucking. Great.
The stupid thing? Neither of them said anything. Not a word. Just tension. Tension and heat and cold and two different kinds of brooding energy pressing in from either side.
Do you know what it's like trying to sleep while two overly powerful immortals have a silent alpha-off over your unconscious body? You don't. And you don't want to.
