EST, Friday, April 16 910 Park Avenue, Apt. 11B New York, New York Alaric Wulf was staring at her. His eyes really were very blue. Alarmingly blue. If he’d been anybody else—if Meena had met him anywhere else—she’d have said, “What a nice-looking man.” But since he’d attacked her in her own apartment with a sword and was now accusing her boyfriend of being a vampire, she was just going to have to say it was a shame such good looks were wasted on someone so…whatever he was. “Brother Jon,” he said. His gaze was so intense, it seemed to pierce her to the couch, much in the way his body weight had pierced her to the floor. “Get your sister something to drink now. Something sugary. She doesn’t know it yet. But she’s going to need it in a few minutes.” “Uh,” Jon said, “okay.” And he got up to go to the kitchen. “Excuse me,” Meena said. What was wrong with this guy? “But I can actually get my own drinks.” “No,” Alaric said. “You stay where you are.
