Chapter Two

Lana snaps her fingers in front of my face. "Hey! Stop zoning out." I make a sound in the back of my throat, my eyes not leaving her neck. Though she wore a tank top, the high neckline and solid, dark color of it doesn't hide the light purple bruise on her neck.

"What happened to your neck," I ask and point to the bruise. Her hand reaches up and touches her neck. I notice the small wince she tried to hide and I narrow my eyes at her.

"What. Happened. Lana?" I ask her slowly. She doesn't say anything, but soon cracks under my glare.

"It's really nothing. A Moroi got out of hand, and I didn't realize right away, but I stopped him when I did." Her smirk is too casual. Her stance is too relaxed. She's lying.

"Lana, if you let a Moroi bite you, I won't care. From what I've heard, it's not that bad," I smirk and wink at her, trying to ease her tense body. She relaxes her muscles a bit, but not all the way.

"Whatever. I wouldn't know. I punched him right after he bit me." What are you lying about, Lana?

Her gaze snaps away from mine when her phone sounds with a text. Her eyes scan the text and she bites her lip, seemingly having an inner battle.

After a minute of her just staring at her phone, she stands, grabs her phone, and walks out of the door. The door slams behind her, and I just stare after her. Well, that was…

"Strange," I mutter, finishing my sentence aloud.

Well, shit. This means I can go home and eat cookies. Score.

I bite down on a cookie lightly, holding it between my teeth so I can open my door. Once inside, I kick the door shut with my foot and fall back onto my bed.

A knocks sounds at my door and I groan in frustration. I put the cookie I had in my mouth down on my dresser and open the door.

Declan walks past me, not bothering to ask if he can come in, and lays back on my bed. I roll my eyes and walk over to the edge of my bed. Bloody arrogant idiot.

"Can I help you, Dex?"

"Yes, actually. Lana is in her dorm, but she won't let me in. I need you to get in for me."

"And how would I do that? I'm not breaking into her dorm."

"You have a key, so just unlock it and get her for me." I roll my eyes at him again and heave a sigh.

"Again, why would I do this for you?"

"Because I'm adorable and you can't resist?"

"Oh, please. Fine, I'll do it, but only because I'm curious as to what she's doing. I'll be back, shithead."

"I love you, too, Wesley!" he shouts after me. I slam my door shut, smirking slightly.

I knock on Lana's door before inserting the key and opening the door.

"Lana it's—"

Now, I expected that I could see some weird things, but seeing Lana on top of someone, kissing their neck, with their shirt off was not one of those things.

The most surprising fact is that the person she's straddling is a Moroi. A Moroi with long black hair. A Moroi that is not male, but is in fact female. And it looks as if that very female Moroi just bit her neck. Again.

Lana's head jerks up at the sound of my voice and her green eyes connect with mine. Um. Fuck.

"I'm just—I didn't… I have to… Bye." I quickly close the door and bolt back to my room.

"Nothing Declan. She wasn't doing anything. She just didn't want to be around you because you're very annoying. You also eat people's cookies. That's unforgivable." He laughs and pulls me onto his lap. I turn to face him and shove his shoulder.

"Stop it, pervert."

"Wes, can I talk to you?" I look up and make eye contact with Lana. Oh, seven hells.

I stand up and follow her out of my mother's Common Room. I imagine this going two different ways; either she punches me for walking into her room or she tells me it was a one-time thing. I don't imagine her lying to me about this, so I'm probably walking out of her with a black eye.

"What's up?" I cross my arms across my chest and raise an eyebrow. I see hesitation in her eyes, along with fear. She's scared? Of what? Me knowing she's gay? Does she honestly think I'd judge her because of her sexual preference? I'm not that much of an asshole.

"Look… I don't…" she trails off and runs a hand through her hair, muttering a few Russian swear words. She looks away, biting her lip. When she looks back to me, I can see clear fear in her eyes.

I drop my head back and scoff. Bloody idiot is scared I'll judge her for this.

I look at her, and shake my head. I wrap my arms around her shoulders and rest my forehead on her shoulder.

"I'd never judge you for anything," I whisper against her. With those words, I feel her whole body relax into mine. She hugs me tightly, not saying anything.

When she pulls away, I wipe the tear from her eye and smile.

"What if my parents find out? What if they don't… accept it?"

"They love you so much, it's unreal," I scoff. "Who cares that you like—"

Snap.

Searing pain shoots through my left leg and I lean back against the wall. Another biting feeling forms on the inside of my thigh.

"Holy fuck, Wes."

Her voice trails off as black spots my vision and my legs give out. I hear Lana yell something, but I can't tell what it was. My ears are ringing loudly and I feel weaker than I've ever been. I can't open my eyes, or even move.

The last thing I saw was Lana trying to speak to me and Declan falling to his knees by my side.

Then, darkness fills my vision and I lose consciousness.