Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84

And then, when he finally speaks, the words come slowly and weighed down, “It’s true.”

The two words land in the air with the force of a fucking wrecking ball, shattering everything around it into a million and one tiny pieces. My heart skips a beat, and for a split second, my lungs forget how to breathe,

A vampire. Thane Draeven is a goddamn vampire. Shit on a swizzlestick!

I don’t know what comes over me, but before I can stop myself, my body reacts before my brain has time to catch up. I start to crab–crawl backwards on the couch, my legs scrambling for purchase against the couch cushions. My palm stings afresh as I grab he back of the sofa for stability, but it barely registers as I push myself further away from him.

My back hits the opposite armrest, and I come to a stop as 1 gasp for air. My pulse is erratic, and my throat is dry and tight. It feels like the room is spinning, and everything I thought I understood has just crumbled around me.

A vampire. How could I have missed it?

Then a few moments of last weekend filter through my mind’s eye. The way he healed so fast. The way his eyes drastically change depending on his mood. How fast be sometimes moved. How his abnormal strength seemed peculiar to me.

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And yet, despite everything–despite how wrong it feels–there’s this part of me that doesn’t want to run–not yet, at least. The part of me that’s drawn to him, and to his mystery and danger. It’s terrifying and enticing all at once.

But right now? Now it feels like the ground beneath me has cracked open, and I’m falling through it at a mile a minute, falling into something I can’t control. Something that doesn’t make any sense. I don’t know what to do with this.

But the truth still echoes in my ears like a bomb going off.

1 feel a mix of panic and confusion settle deep in my gut, making my head spin, And in a fresh wave of panic, I reach for the back of the couch again, intent on pushing even further away from him, but this time my grip falters, and whether it’s because of the pain there or my jelly–like limbs, I’m not quite sure.

I’m also shaking, but not from the cold. No. This is different. It’s because of the kind of fear that makes your legs go weak and your heart race faster than it ever should.

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