Chapter 25

Fallon’s POV

Two knocks and no answer. He was in there; Etan had said he would be. There was no way he couldn’t hear me. The damn vampire was just ignoring me. And so I pounded on the door with my fist.

I was about to go again when the door swung open, and his golden brown eyes stared down at me, fire dancing in them. His face wore a dangerous frown with water dripping down… down to his chest.

Oh shit, Fallon.

My eyes scrolled down to his waist and widened at the towel tied there.

I’m so fucked.

“Are you crazy?” he thundered.

I swallowed hard, making my voice as soft as possible. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you… you were in the bathroom.”

His eyes glared at me. “What do you want?”

Like, jeez, guy, I already apologized.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.”

His tone remained unchanged. “And you couldn’t ask Etan; rather, you chose to pound on my door like a damn mad fool.”

Boy, you did not just…

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