Eve's POV
Waking up with a hangover on my first day teaching isn't exactly the professional vibe I was going for. My head feels like it's been pounded by a hammer, and my stomach threatens to revolt with every movement. Not the ideal way to start the day.The first thing that comes to mind as I sit up groggily on the couch is that damn dream I had. Lucius.
The memories of last night come flooding back—drinking too much champagne, feeling the warmth of it slide down my throat, and the weird encounter with him. Lucius. That damn vampire.
What a mess. I can barely remember the details, but I remember the feeling of him sinking his fangs into my neck. Again. I can still feel the way his fangs sank into my skin, the overwhelming sensation of his power, and the stupid threat he left hanging over me. His demands for his blood back.
