The Vampire Prince (Stryders #2) PUBLISHED

Chapter 8: Overturn

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Zeke stood in front of me, awaiting my answer.

Long gone was the hoodie that covered his face. His brown hair was tousled, but in a way that made it seem like it was on purpose. I didn't realize there was a small scar on his upper lip. Why was I focused on his full red lips?

Abort mission!

My eyes dropped to his shoulders- noticing they were really broad that stretched his black long sleeve shirt. Noticeably ripped muscles underneath.

I tried to recollect my thoughts and how to speak.

"N-no," I stammered, taken by surprise. He was the last person I thought I'd see on my failed date. Zeke wasted no time pulling the chair and sitting down. He put his jacket he was holding around his chair. I couldn't help but add, "Prince Zeke."

Emphasis on the prince part.

I wasn't going to let him off easy.

Looking sheepish, he rubbed a hand on the back of his neck, and looked away.

"Sorry about that. You have to know I don't tell people who I am because everyone wants to kill me." He looked up quickly, realizing something. "Not you! We're already friends, and I was going to tell you. Actually, the morning after I dropped you off I wanted to reach out and make sure you were okay, but Helda told me you guys were too busy for visitors. So I couldn't see you any sooner."

"Oh." That made sense. Something pulled my heart about how he said how people wanted to kill him so easily. Like it was normal. And nothing.

Zeke nodded, "I forgot to even ask you for your phone number?"

This phone thing was forever going to haunt me my whole life wasn't it?

"I don't have a phone."

"Oh." Zeke looks disheartened. His jaw clenched a little. "You know, if you don't want me to have your number, that's fine- I get it. But you don't have to lie about it to me. I can understand."

"It's not that!" I said way too quickly. Feeling bad that he thought I didn't want to give it to him. "I really actually do not have a phone. I hope to get one soon, and I would totally want your number."

Zeke perks up. "Oh okay I see..." He looks thoughtful for a moment. "Maybe we can write letters to each other? I always wanted a pen pal."

"That doesn't sound too bad, Prince Zeke." I really liked this idea, actually.

Zeke shook his head. "Please, just Zeke. Not prince, not to you."

"Okay, Just Zeke," I couldn't help but smile. My heart stuttered a bit when he too gave me a disarming smile of his, one that reached his eyes.

"I heard you guys already moved in the house in Haven's Way. I'm sorry I couldn't be there like I wanted. How is it? Do you like it?"

More than like it. It was amazing. Don't get me started about how long I've taken a shower.

"It's really nice," I answered. Wanting to ask him where he lived, but decided against it. Would it be rude to ask him? "We're all very grateful."

"That's good to hear."  Zeke pointed at my dish. "You like the shrimp scampi too?"