Clare's POV:
I gasped, a scream tearing from my throat. Someone rushed in through the door.
But it wasn't Blaze.
It was Clark.
"What's wrong, sis?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
"Vampires... blood... fire," I whispered, my voice trembling.
He burst into laughter, pinching my cheeks. "I knew you had a wild imagination, but this is another level."
I slapped his hands away. "I'm serious."
"Then tell me, this Blaze guy—is he a hunky vampire who wants to drink your precious blood?" he teased, chuckling.
"Fuck off!" I yelled, kicking him off my bed. He fell with a groan.
"Evil twin," he muttered.
Wait a minute.
"This is my room? This is my room!" I exclaimed, leaping up and running around to check.
