Lydia

“Harley, if you’re asking me to marry you, I’m afraid I must say no,” he joked. “I mean, we hardly know each other, and you haven’t even bothered to ask my parents for my hand.”
“Will you shut up?” As much as I didn’t want to laugh, I failed. That was the good thing about Drake. He could be annoying, sure, but he knew how to lighten the mood when things became tense. “I’m being serious, Drake.”
“Okay, then shoot.”
“Are you like me?” As the words escaped my lips, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders.
“What do you think?”
“Answering a question with a question doesn’t work,” I answered. “And I think you are.”
“Well, then, you can rest assured knowing you’re right.” He shrugged as he turned the chair around to properly face me. “Although, I do believe I wasn’t supposed to tell you as much just yet.”
“Was my father behind this?”
Drake shook his head no. “The League—more specifically, the Council—had nothing to do with my arrival,” he assured me. “I came here for you, yes, but only because the clan of the vampire you killed is looking for you. And while you might not believe it, I’m your best chance at survival.”
― Nicole Sobon, Thanks for the Venom