Author: T.A. Brock
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age Category: Adult
Release Day: April 25, 2014
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Cori Abbott has a million things to worry about: she’s the new girl in school; her antisocial tendencies are crippling her ability to make friends; her father recently died.
All Grayson wants is to be human again.
The last thing Cora wants is the attention of a strange, withdrawn, and consistently angry guy. A guy she can’t stop thinking about.
There is one person in this world who can save him from his current fate before he decomposes. One person, whose life must be sacrificed for his.
When their lives collide, these two are about to find out: First love can be brutal. Sometimes it can be Fatal.
“Where are you going? We have to go now, Aiken. Aiken?”
He went to the sink and grabbed a glass. “Cori, calm down and watch.”
She was still stuttering out protests as he filled the glass from the tap and downed it. Then another. And another. She was about to attempt to physically drag him out of the house when she noticed the wound was getting smaller, the skin weaving back together as if by magic. Two more glasses and the cut was completely sealed, only leaving a thin gray-brown line. Another glass of water and even that was gone.
“Wh-wha—“ She’d lost the ability to form intelligent words.
Aiken dried his arm off and looked at her. “Water. It is our life force, for lack of a better word. It heals us, sustains us…we have to have it to survive.”
Cori knew her eyes were as big as bowling balls as she looked back and forth from his arm to his face. Only then did it really hit her that his blood had been brown. Brown.
He noticed. “Cori, you have nothing to be afraid of.”
Yeah, right, she thought. And then realized she’d said it out loud.
“We don’t hurt humans.”
She took another step back.
“Grayson?” was all she could manage.
Aiken’s slow nod confirmed it. “He’s like me. Did you hear what I said, Cori? We don’t hurt humans.”
“Who do you hurt then?”
His brow furrowed, deep ridges. “Nobody. Unless we’re provoked. Or there’s a threat. We’re not evil.”
Cori took another step back and hit the doorjamb. “You’re telling me you’re a good monster?”
She thought his eyes might have flickered with hurt, but then it was gone. “I guess so. Yeah. I mean, it’s complicated.”
He was still standing by the sink. He hadn’t moved an inch. Probably afraid of spooking her.
“You…you shouldn’t have told me,” she mumbled.
Aiken rolled his eyes and for the first time since he’d arrived, he seemed like himself… like the Aiken she knew. “I gave you a choice, remember. Come on, Cori. If I wanted to hurt you don’t you think I could’ve done it by now?”
It was true. He was massive when compared to her—and he had a knife.
“I just—I can’t. I need to think for a minute.”
He held up both hands. “Fine. Take a minute. Take five.” He propped his hip against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. Casual. How could he be casual in a moment like this?
Cori’s mind was a load of jumbled up thoughts. She couldn’t believe what he was telling her, that zombies existed. But then, how could she deny it after watching his arm heal? The thought that Grayson was some sort of mythical monster was…disturbing? No, that wasn’t an accurate enough description.
Oh God, was this for real? Her boyfriend was a zombie? But Aiken had said they weren’t dangerous. No, he’d said they didn’t hurt humans. She was pretty sure they were in fact very dangerous.