Is it love: Peter Bartholy

Chapter 14 Part 2 - Peter Pov

Peter Pov:

I woke, groggy and ill tempered, to the noise of the front door latching. The faint sound of pebbles moving the only indicator that someone was leaving the manor.

My head felt done in. This didn't feel right. None of this felt right. And the hangover after effects that potions always tend to give, wasn't helping my case. Stretching my cold stiff hands, I rubbed the kinks out of my neck looking at my made up bed.

I couldn't believe I passed out at the piano, then again it had been awhile since I poured my entire being into one of its melodies. I looked at the scattered notes that littered the floor all around me, cursing myself and my brashness. I had made a fucking mess. I should have known better.

How many times had I gotten up to paced? Too many that I had lost count. It wasn't until I was sure that the whole manor was asleep that I risked the venture.... to her bathroom.

My nose cringed remembering them floral smell from the vial. I didn't even need to measure the contents to see it that it was all still there. Untouched.

Nicolae was only partly right, potion or no potion. I was infatuated with Zeva. But adding Dorothy to the mix wouldn't changed that.

Wrenching myself away from my brooding's, I headed off for school. I didn't feel like eating so I didn't bother with my breakfast. I knew Nicolae would pick up where he left off last night and if Lorie just felt half as hungover as I was.....Ha! No. Hell no, and no thank you! Nicolae could enjoy that little bundle of pleasure, all to himself.

Closing me eyes with a deep sigh I headed through the big doubled doorways. Even taking the long route to get here, it hadn't taken nearly long enough as I wanted it too. Sending a quick text to Drogo, I started my regular routine of walking down some of the isles of books, enjoying the quietness of the schools library. It was early so I let my mind wander idly eating up time.

Something lead me down to my usual spot before I even realized it. I halted immediately, surprised by what I found. My eyes lingered on her angelic form... taking her in.

Zeva was sitting cross legged, making her skirt rise slightly, exposing her long legs. Her nose buried deep inside a book. Her lips slightly tensed, showing her enthralled with whatever she was reading. So it had been her leaving and not Drogo. No wonder he hadn't answered me yet. Taking a deep inhalation, I let my senses sate my hunger.

She looked almost serene just sitting there, despite that she was unhappy. I could tell because she started biting her lower lip and fidget in her seat, a habit when things didn't seem to go her way.

Letting out a sigh, Zeva tucked her hair to her side exposing her face and neck, bringing my mind back to the present. I felt my body harden at her exposed skin, longing to touch her. To let my fingers roam her body and see what other sounds I would be granted from her lips. Despite my reserve of just looking, I tasted my lower lip, recalling the sweet honeyed taste of her skin.

I almost faltered when her clear blue eyes suddenly flickered up from her book looking straight for me. Instantly I backed off, slinking further into the shadows. There was no way she could have noticed me. I had been careful and had remained hidden. Yet no matter where I seemed to move, her piercing stare seemed to followed me.

Turning around the corner and out of her view, I almost came face to face with none other than the one person at this school I least wanted to see, the witch, Sarah Osborn.

"What you want?"

I growled, repressing the urge to show fangs. No matter what her reason were for seeking me out, today I was in no mood to oblige.