He squints at Aleks confusedly, "Hey man. Did we meet before? Where the hell are we?"

Aleks starts to laugh. I join him.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Hanna

I wipe the sweat from her forehead and watch Lucas. He's desperate.

"My dad is really smart. I promise he can help her."

Lucas doesn’t take his eyes away from her. The memories of her being snarky and shitty to me try to sneak their way into my mind. I shut them down. I know her and Sam are close. I know what I did.

The memories of the women from my mother's family still haunt me. They were so convincing. Almost like my effect on other people. I wanted to be with them and make them happy. I wanted to be part of what they were. They convinced me I wanted it more than I wanted him.

That was never a truth. Never.

"They'll be okay. He'll be back." Lucas speaks softly but doesn’t move from his vigilant watch.

"I just screwed up so many times. I don't think he's ever going to forgive. Not for real."

"He loves you Hanna. Trust me, if anyone gets it it's me. You've been a complete shit to him but you're the one."

Ben sighs, "I hope I never fall in love."

Lucas's words hurt but I glance back at Ben and smirk, "You mean like how you love Giselle and never tell anyone because of the succubus thing and Vampire thing and her being completely moronic thing?"

Lucas laughs. It isn’t hearty and strong like before. But it's a laugh. Ben scowls at me and then smirks, "Screw you Hanna."

Lucas laughs harder, "She got you there."

"Damn succubus. How did you know?"

"The midnight watch at the hospital when she was sick. I caught you sneaking and staying with her for hours at a time."

He nods and stares, "It's the magic of the mythical beast. It isn’t love."

I tilt my head, "You sat and rotated icy cloths on her forehead for hours. I watched you once. I sat there waiting for Marcus to come and help her. He didn’t. I just wanted to believe he would. He would be the man I needed him to be. Prove me wrong about him."

Ben scoffs, "Yeah, that worked out eh."

I shake my head, "He deserves what has happened to him." I catch a glimpse of the tight jaw Lucas is sporting. I know he, like the rest of us, blames Marcus completely.

"You going to kill him?" I ask softly.

Lucas shakes his head, "No. The thing that’s been done to him is much worse than simple death."

Ben knocks me in the back, "Wanna go get a drink?"

I nod and stand up. "I'm sorry if my bracelet isn’t keeping it all at bay."

Lucas shakes his head, "It's fine. You love Sam. We know."

Ben grabs my hand and pulls me out. He drags me down the hall. Sam walks up as we round the corner. He sees Ben holding my hand. His eyes narrow, "Hey."

I pull my hand away and walk over to him, "We were just talking about how he loves Giselle."

Ben groans, "Dude."

Sam laughs and shakes his head, "Please. Like everyone didn’t notice that one already. You think too loud."

Ben crosses his arms, "She's bad news dude. Always attracting bullshit. I just think she's hot."

Sam nods, "Okay."

Ben looks at us both and walks past us, "See ya's."

I look up into Sam's eyes and smirk, "I love you."

He grins, "I know. That's never really been our problem has it?"

"Can you forgive me?"

"I already told you, nothing to forgive." He pulls me into him.

"You aren’t kissing me or touching me."

"I want to. I just want to make sure this is what you want."

I pull back, "So what you're really saying is that you're still hurt and don’t trust me."

Ben pops his head back into the conversation, "No. Don’t do that. Why do girls do the 'what you're really saying thing?' What he's really saying is bitches be choosy. Now I'm starving. I've been eating nothing but raw meat with Luke. Let's go."

He touches me and Sam flashes us to the kitchen.

I shove Ben, "Bitches be choosey. You're a dork."

He shrugs, "Maybe. Whatever." He opens the fridge. There are shelves of blood bags. I grimace and point to the fridge on the other side, "Wrong fridge."

Ben looks back, "Wow. Marcus is blood bagging it?"

Sam smiles, "He has to. He can feel and sense everything his victims are feeling. Not as fun when it hurts to eat."

Suddenly an onslaught of memories of Marcus and I alone in my room attack me. I gasp and feel the heat and fever crash into me. Sam smirks and looks at my bracelet. "Yikes. What was that?"

I am trembling and shaking, "Nothing. I need to go." I run out of the kitchen and down to my room. I close the door and drink in gulps of cold stale air.

A glowing sweat breaks out across my face. I wipe it away.

I turn to see Lorri and Abbey on my bed.

"What are you doing in here?"

Lorri points to the door, "Saying my goodbyes. I suggest you do the same. We leave here in half an hour. You really smell like sex. Siren sex? Why is it so strong?"

"I don’t know."

"That’s not good." She paused, "Wait. Go get really turned on. We can trap Jonathan with it. He can't resist Sirens and you stink of it my friend."

I grimace and leave the room. My face is redder than before. I feel disgusting, like a cat in heat.

Marcus is walking down the hall. When he walks past me he steps in and smells me. I push him off. He grins like a fool, "You just went into heat my pet. Someone not scratching that itch for you?"

I shove him and walk away, quickly.

Sam flashes to me and grabs my arm, "Hey. What's going on? Why did that just happen?"

I pull away, "I don’t know. I think it's because you don’t love me like you did before. Like