Reed's POV
I came to school early—just to see him.
Blaze and I had already exchanged a few blows over the pretty boy before we were forced to separate. We couldn't afford to let anyone see us fighting—especially not over a lowly human. And a male one, at that.
We both looked down at him, passed out cold from fear, his pale skin tainted by Blaze's bite. That disgusting leech had already sunk his fangs into him,sucking his blood. I hated it. But Blaze wasn't done—he still wanted to take him home.
Like hell I'd let that happen.
Blaze snorted, tossing the unconscious boy to me like he was nothing but a discarded rag. "Enjoy," he sneered. "Just don't kill him. I've already been claimed him as mine to my kind."
Claimed. As if the boy was nothing more than a personal blood bag.
The bastard wanted him for himself. But I knew better. I knew what Blaze was doing. He was waiting, looking for the right moment to get rid of me, to have the boy all to himself.
