Alex remained seated on the quiet campus bench, his red eyes fixed intently on the building from which the massive wave of raw lust energy radiated.
The air around him felt thicker, somehow all that felt like it was related to him. But a bit of confusion flickered across his face, mixed with a growing curiosity that made his jaw tighten slightly. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, trying to pinpoint the source.
But his pondering was cut short by the sound of light, familiar footsteps approaching from the side path.
"Hmm?..." He turned his head and saw a familiar figure walking toward him with a gentle sway in her step.
It was Ash, Mary's daughter. The depressed girl he saved and turned into a bold lovely one.
