Jake's POV
From the registration day. The one who leaned too close. Who whispered I smelled delicious like I was a rare steak.
She was cutting through the crowd like she owned the place, every eye following her. Her red curls spilled down her back like molten fire, and her lips were painted the exact shade of fresh blood.
She saw me instantly.
And smiled.
Not the flirty kind of smile you throw across a dancefloor. No, this was the kind of smile you gave before a kill. Slow. Calculated. Hungry.
Panic rose in my throat, thick and bitter. My hand twitched by my side. I was one hundred percent sure she was part of whatever the hell was going on here—the same blood cult thing those three guys from earlier belonged to. Maybe she was their leader. Maybe worse.
I had barely begun processin
