Book 3: Totally Lame

Emory

I’d just finished unpacking my final suitcase when Willow knocked on my bedroom door. I’d welcomed her in, and now, we’re seated at the small dining table in my suite. Helga has brought me a small lunch from the kitchens, consisting of thick steak sandwiches and a yogurt parfait for dessert. Of course, Willow is sipping on a goblet of blood as she asks me a thousand questions about the Moon Goddess Ball and my family tradition.

I’m trying to explain the mate bond to her, but it’s complicated and not something most Vampires can relate to. She asks, “Is it like love at first sight?”

“Not really,” I explain. “It doesn’t usually happen the first time you see the person, though it does have to do with the full moon and our age. It’s very complicated, honestly. There’s just this sudden new awareness of this person. You feel drawn to them, and there’s this rightness when you’re with them.”

She seems to be thinking over my answer. “If Kane had