I follow him, finding it difficult to catch my breath.
 
 “Lock your doors,” he says as he heads to his SUV.
 
 I nod stupidly.
 
 He pauses before he gets in, turning toward me. “Night, Piper.”
 
 I lift my hand. “Night, Noah.”
 
 A smile flickers across his face, and then he’s driving away.
 
 He’s only been gone for a few seconds when I almost call him and ask him to come back…and then I realize I still don’t have his phone number.
 
 I’m barely back in my house when my phone vibrates with a text.
 
 Montgomery: Have you taken your prescription yet?
 
 I groan, letting my head fall back. Dragging my feet, I head into the kitchen and pull one of the bottles out of the fridge.
 
 “It’s not real blood,” I tell myself.
 
 Montgomery: If you’re having trouble getting it down, try adding it to a smoothie.
 
 “Seriously?” I ask my phone. Then I sigh, plopping onto a barstool.
 
 Piper: Okay, thanks.
 
 I stare at the bottle and then take it back to the fridge. Then I go upstairs to get ready for bed.
 
 For the secondmorning in a row, I wake up to a text. But if I thought talking to Montgomery filled me with dread, it was nothing compared to this.
 
 Bleary-eyed, I blink at my phone screen, a shot of adrenaline coursing through my veins when I see Ethan’s name.
 
 Ethan: I saw you last night, but it looked like you were with your conservator. I hope NIHA doesn’t give you too much trouble. They usually stay close for a few months, and then they’ll give you some breathing room. I need to keep my distance while they’re hanging around, but I’m here if you need me.
 
 Ethan: You looked pretty, by the way.
 
 Crap. Crap. Crap.
 
 Panic is like an elephant on my chest. My knee-jerk reaction is to call Noah, but I can’t.
 
 When another text comes in, I start to tremble.
 
 Ethan: I know I said I’d give you space, and I will. But I don’t want you to think I’ve forgotten about you. I am still most devotedly yours.
 
 What do I do?
 
 I rack my brain and then finally make a decision.
 
 Piper: What do I do if the vampire who infected me tries to get in touch?
 
 I sit up, my legs shaking under the comforter as I wait for my conservator’s text.
 
 Almost immediately, my phone buzzes.
 
 Montgomery: Do not answer. We’ll get you a new phone number.
 
 Piper: Okay.
 
 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
 