Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-One

Zeke

“Checkmate,” Qyle said, placing down his chess piece on the board with a look of triumph on his face.

I growled in anger or frustration - I didn't know which.

“You just got lucky.” That was true. I'd been distracted all through the game.

“Say what you want. I won, this time.” He shrugged. I didn't bother arguing with him.

“Fuck,” I grunted, and leaned back on the chair.

“Twenty-five,” Qyle said.

I lifted a brow. “Excuse me?”

“That's the twenty-fifth time you cursed, tonight.” He studied me closely. “Are you getting worked up, over some old vampires who don't mind if you lick their boots clean?”

I gagged at the image. But that wasn't it. I'd returned to Vermont days ago to find Mirah avoiding me. Not even a word. She avoided me as she would a stranger.

“Fuck you,” I raised a finger at him.

He brought out his phone. “Sorry, as much as you're hot and seductive, you're not my type.”

I massaged my temple, a feeling that I hadn't felt over the years