At his back sat Gracie, her pencil scratching through the trigonometry problems he’d assigned her. If he turned, he would see her long blond bangs dipping into her eyes, and her tongue caught between her teeth. The freezing wind gusted against the trees, rattling the icicles. He shivered, but not from cold. For weeks, ever since Evangeline had 'Called' to him, he’d been shaking with need. His friends solemnly continued to inform him that he could not battle this phenomenon. It bordered on madness. Maybe he was crazy. Crazy to have Made her immortal when she had obviously chosen to die, and crazy to believe he’d be able to walk away. He’d been bombarded with vision upon vision of her. Full lips of the palest pink tormented him. The dip of violet hair into one blue eye haunted him. And the memory of pouring his immortal blood into her needy veins maddened him. He couldn’t bear to think of her hot little body. He couldn’t not. He shook himself, and spun from the window only to be faced with Gracie, who’d abandoned her math drills and was tending her fingernails.
