Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I almost laugh. Pulling my lips back, I draw my fangs so they flash in the neon lights overhead. The blonde girl, who’s being cleaned up by Eliza, whimpers in fear. “Oh, really?”
“I can still kill you,” the witch says, and sounds sure of herself.
“Are you done?” I ask Eliza.
“Just about.” She snaps the first aid kit closed. “What should we do about her memory?”
“I’ll take care of it,” I say.
“Like hell you will.” Magic sparks around the witch’s fingers. Eliza freezes and then moves back against the wall. She recently passed her three-hundredth year as a vampire. Even newborn vampires possess great speed and strength, but it takes centuries to acquire the powers I have.
I speed to the witch, bringing my head down close to hers. Fuck, she smells so good and is so damn beautiful. I’m drawn to her in the weirdest way, and I hate it as much as I like it.
No one has ever unnerved me, and this woman—this witch—is coming close to doing just that, and all she’s doing is standing here.
“I can’t very well have her go around telling people she was attacked in my bar,” I start. “And she knows you’re a witch. Don’t you witches want to stick to the shadows, cowering from humans?”
She knows I’m right. “I can handle her memory.”
Witches can alter memories? She doesn’t have a spell book with her that I saw. Magic is great and powerful, but it takes time and ingredients. All I have to do is lock eyes with someone and use my sheer will to get into their mind.
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
She narrows her eyes and pulls those perfect lips into a tight smile. “Watch and maybe you can learn a thing or two.”
Now I can’t help but laugh. “Yes, the twenty-something year old witch can teach me something.”
The witch gives me one last glare and turns. My eyes go to her ass, hugged tight by her dark jeans. Fuck, it would feel so good to press my cock up against it while I sink my fangs into her neck.
“What’s your name?” she asks the blonde woman. Her tone has changed completely. It’s soft and comforting, and almost soothes me.
“St-stephanie.”
“Hi, Stephanie. I’m Callie.”
Callie. It’s a simple name, though one I don’t hear too often. Having a name to put with that beautiful face makes me want Callie even more.
“You…you saved me,” Stephanie mumbles and Eliza rolls her eyes. I watch Callie with curiosity as she crouches down and takes Stephanie’s hand.
“Yeah. I did.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She slides her fingers to the woman’s wrists and looks right into her eyes. “Were you having fun before that undead dick attacked you?”
“Yeah. I was. I’m here with my friends. We’re celebrating Tiff’s birthday.”
“You can keep having fun with them. And you will. You fell and got hurt. You’re lucky the cut wasn’t very deep. Disinfect it in the morning and you’ll be fine.”
“Yeah…I’ll be fine. It doesn’t even hurt.” Stephanie gets a distant look in her eyes.
“Right. It doesn’t hurt at all. Have fun.” Callie lets go of her wrist and stands, holding out a hand and helping Stephanie to her feet. She didn’t do a damn thing. Didn’t say a spell or incantation. Didn’t light a candle or burn herbs.
I knew she was fucking lying.
I hold out my arm, stopping Stephanie from leaving the office. “All you did was have a conversation with her.” I zero my gaze on Callie.
“See for yourself,” she says and blinks rapidly, as if she’s trying to get her vision to focus.
I step in, reaching out and taking Stephanie’s chin in my hand. Her lips part and a shiver runs down her spine from my touch. It’s a normal reaction I get from women. They always want more, and usually they get it. I look into her eyes, feeling the ancient magic inside me taking hold. In only a second, Stephanie is under my command.
“Where are you going?” I ask her.
“Back to my friends,” she says flatly.
“How did you hurt your neck?”
“My neck?” She brings her hand to her neck. “Oh, right. Someone dropped their drink and I slipped and fell on the glass. I’m lucky the cut wasn’t very deep. I’ll disinfect it in the morning.”
I look into her eyes, trying to feel the magic Callie used. It’s untraceable. I break my hold and let Stephanie go. She walks back into the bar and I round on Callie.
“How did you do that?”
She smirks. “So the twenty-something year old witch did teach the big, bad vampire a thing or two?”
I don’t like to be toyed with, and now this witch is most certainly getting under my skin. I speed over to her and grab her by the throat, thumb hovering over her jugular. I can feel her pulse bounding against me, and it’s turning me on.