Vampire Mistress
“Glancing at the clock, he saw it was three thirty a.m. Of course. The mystics all said that evil had a special hold on the three a.m. hour, and that was why so many woke near it, as if something had crawled over their graves. Only his intuition was sharp enough to narrow it down further than that.Sitting up on the abysmal piece of plywood that passed for a mattress at his cheap motel, he rubbed his face, listening. His body was tense and loose at once, as it often was right before he entered a fight. But there was something else here. A bitter taste in his mouth, a tightness in his gut. Anxiety. He didn’t feel anxiety, not when he was fighting a vamp. Not for some time now. Only if the vampire had a victim . . . someone’s life at stake.I’ll figure out another way to get a message to him.
“Son of a bitch.” He was out of the bed, pulling on his shirt and jeans fast. What had he been thinking? He should have freaking stood watch outside her place. Hell, followed them out of the club, sta...rted to track them.MoreLess
“Son of a bitch.” He was out of the bed, pulling on his shirt and jeans fast. What had he been thinking? He should have freaking stood watch outside her place. Hell, followed them out of the club, sta...rted to track them.MoreLess
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