Devils Roses 01 - Cursed

my hand. I licked my lips, smelling him—he smelled delicious. Something about him was making me hungry for something I couldn’t explain.
    I felt disgusted with myself. I was becoming a super slut. Something about all the guys in my life was making my hormones go crazy. I chalked it up to inactive hormones for too many years. My hormones had been released late and they were desperate to catch up.
    “ Where’s Alise? She didn’t come?” I asked trying to divert my thoughts from kissing Shane and thinking about Aleks or worse, Dorian.
    My dad shook his head. “She isn’t taking the news very well.”
    Shane shot my dad a look. My dad's face flushed as he stumbled over his words. “You know of you being sick.”
    I nodded knowingly. They were speaking of Jaime’s death. "It’s okay Dad, I know. I know she passed. She came and said goodbye.” I had said it before I thought about it.
    My dad frowned. “You saw her?”
    I nodded slowly. “In a dream. I had an episode a few hours ago and I dreamt of her. She said goodbye. I just knew.”
    "A dream?"
    I nodded, but my eyes wandered out into the halls. I hoped to see Aleks, but he never came back. I wanted answers, more than I wanted anything. Well, except to touch Shane and pull our clothes off and possibly rub our naked skin against each other. I blushed, trying hard to focus on the anger and worry and the other things I was facing.

    AFTER…..

Chapter Twelve
    Never trust anyone with obsidian eyes, just saying.

    I wanted to go back to sleep, but for some reason I wasn’t tired anymore. The doctor came in and took my vitals. “Wow, you really are taking to the dialysis. We may get some regeneration out of this, my dear. You might not even need a transplant, at this rate.”
    My dad had fallen asleep in the chair next to my bed and Shane was passed out on the bed for parents.
    I nodded at the doctor. “That’s great news. How’s Giselle?”
    He nodded. “Her liver will be here in about five hours and then, she too will be on the road to recovery. What a brutal experience you young ladies have had. I heard they caught him. Your science teacher, I heard?”
    I nodded, finding myself drawn to the doctor. He wasn’t even attractive, but something about him was making me want to pull his face down onto mine.
    I thought about the blood I had swapped with Dorian and sighed. I knew it must have been some side effect of his dirty blood. I didn’t know Dorian, but he seemed to be a lady's man; it would figure for his blood to be some sort of aphrodisiac.
    “ Well, I’m running your blood again, and then I think we will do another ultrasound and X-ray. Then if things are looking up, we may do another biopsy.” He wrote on his clipboard and walked out of the room.
    Another biopsy? I hadn’t realized they had done one already.
    I was starting to feel like I was completely better, when Dorian walked back into the room quietly.
    He looked menacing as he stood in my doorway. “Ready?”
    I nodded. “Do I have to leave my family?”
    “ Of course, unless you want them dead too.”
    I frowned and wondered why he would threaten them. “Are you going to hurt them?”
    He shook his head. “That’s not my gig, love; it might have been, but rules are rules. I’m sure you don’t want to hurt them.”
    "I would hurt them?"
    He nodded. "Yes. You would kill them and love every second of it."
    I gulped. “How do I leave without them becoming suspicious about me leaving?”
    He smirked ominously. “Leave that little detail up to me.”
    "I don’t want them to think I’m dead—my dad can’t take any more death.”
    He nodded. “They will think you’re safe. Now we need to get going, so let me get this.”
    He appeared beside me and took my I.V. out and turned the machines off. He pulled the monitors off of me. His warm fingers brushed along my neckline and skin, touching more than necessary to remove the pads. He looked down on me as if I were a snack and raised one side of his mouth. “You’re very sexy, Aimee, did you know that?”
    I shook my head, mesmerized by his beautiful obsidian eyes.
    He bent down very close to my face, I could very nearly taste the musk on his breath. “You’re a lucky girl that I need to get going or I would lock you away and savor a hundred years of alone time.” His words made me weak. His black eyes made me even more frightened of him than I already was, which was a lot.
    He turned away from me and walked to my dad. He