Beautifully Unnatural: A Young Adult Paranormal Boxed Set by Susan Hatler, Amy Miles, Veronica Blade, Ciara Knight Page A

Like do you ever go to church, do you ever go outside on sunny days, or if you like garlic on your bread? I’m telling you, Rose, the guy is totally off his rocker.”
    Roseline ducks her head, hiding her frown. So, he thinks he knows all about her. Too bad he has been sucked into all of the silly vampire myths. When will humans ever learn that vampires don’t exists?
    “I’m just sorry that you’re stuck with the guy,” Roseline mutters.
    Sadie and William exchange a glance. Their silence pulls her attention back. “What?”
    William grins. “You used a contraction.”
    “I did?”
    Sadie smirks. “Not too bad. Maybe we can Americanize you after all.”
    The corners of Roseline’s lips lift with pleasure. Maybe she really is starting to fit in, even if her slip-up was an unconscious one.
    “Don’t forget that it’s not just Sadie that has to suffer in all of this,” William whispers as he climbs down onto their bleacher and ducks in low to dish the dirt. “I’m the one that has to share a room with the freak. He’s like, anal to the max.”
    Roseline frowns. “Pardon?”
    William grins. “Sorry. Um…he’s freakishly neat. The guy even rolls his underwear. All of his socks are color-coordinated and don’t even dream of touching his picture album. The guy totally went loony toons last night when I accidentally knocked it off the bedside table.”
    Roseline makes a mental note of that. If she can get her hands on his family photos she just might be able to figure out who he is and why he’s so nosy.
    “It is a tad chilly out here.” Roseline shivers for added effect. She will stoop to just about anything at this point to get out of here.
    “No problem. I’ll go grab us some hot chocolate.” William leaps to his feet and heads for the stairwell, taking the steps two at a time.
    “Wait up,” Sadie calls, whipping around to follow her brother.
    “Aren’t we leaving? The game is over,” Roseline calls to Sadie’s fleeting back.
    She grins back over the head of a little girl dressed like a Rosewood Prep cheerleader at the base of the stairs. “Leave? This is when all of the fun begins.”
    Roseline groans and sinks back onto the cold bleacher seat. “Great. I knew I should have remained home,” she grumbles. She shoots a glance back over her shoulder and finds Nicolae staring straight at her, unblinking.
    She takes a deep breath and turns back to face the field. Ignore him , she mentally berates. He’s not worth it.
    The field is nearly empty now. A few stragglers remain along the sidelines, mostly parents of the players by the looks of it. Small clusters of students hoot and holler in the stands all around, but Roseline tunes them out. Her senses focus completely on the boy two rows behind her. She counts his breathing, hears the rising flutter of his heart as he leans toward her.
    Crap.
    Roseline whips around. “What is your problem?” she growls, slipping naturally into her native tongue.
    Nicolae’s eyes widen as he instinctively shifts back. “Pardon me?”
    “You heard me,” Roseline says, stomping up the bleachers to where he is sitting. “You are staring at me and it is really starting to tick me off.”
    Oh, wouldn’t Sadie be proud if she had heard those words pass Roseline’s lips!
    Nicolae holds her glare for a moment longer than he should have done. Roseline’s eyes narrow. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize,” he mumbles, finally averting his gaze.
    Donning her best Sadie impression, Roseline steams ahead. “Cut the crap, Nicolae. We both know you saw me in Brasov. Now I want to know who you are and why you are here.”
    Although her words are spoken barely above a whisper, she can see the glint of fear in his eyes. The threat in her voice in unmistakable.
    “You saw me?” Nicolae scowls. His fists clench against his leg.
    “I see everything.” Let him stew on that one for a while.
    “I didn’t know it was you,” he protests.
    Roseline leans over, meeting him at