Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“All right,” she said at last, grudgingly. “As long as he really does stay in the background.”
“Don’t worry,” Vorn growled, his golden eyes flashing. “I have no wish to insinuate myself into any part of your life, Josephine.”
“Ugh—don’t call me that!”
Jodi hated her first name. She had been named after her paternal grandmother who was a strict, unyielding old lady who always gave the girls lectures about everything they were doing wrong. Jodi had disliked Grandma Josephine as a child. On her tenth birthday, she had declared that she never wanted to be anything like her and wished she didn’t have her name. From that point on, she had been “Jodi” to the whole family by her own request.
“Just call me Jodi, like everyone else,” she told Vorn now, frowning up at him.
“If you don’t wish to be called by your first name, I will call you ‘my Lady’ as Liosh calls Melinda,” Vorn said stolidly. “It is disrespectful to shorten a female’s name in my culture.”
“My Lady? Like we’re at the freaking Renaissance Fair?”
“What is the—?” Vorn began but she was already shaking her head.
“Never mind. Whatever. Just don’t call me Josephine.”
Jodi looked away, her cheeks burning and Vicky knew her oldest daughter was wondering how in the world she would explain having a seven-foot-tall Beast Kindred bodyguard dogging her every step and addressing her like they were both players in a Shakespearean theater troupe. Hopefully Vorn really could stay in the background.
As for Liosh and Melli, well, the way her younger daughter was looking at the Blood Kindred gave Vicky hope that perhaps Melli’s self-imposed dry spell was coming to an end. Maybe Liosh would be good for her—maybe he could help her get over whatever it was that had been keeping her in her shell for the past three and a half years.
Vicky could only hope and pray that both her daughters would be all right but it made her feel better to know that both of them were going to be guarded by Kindred warriors.
Because, as she knew from her own personal experience, no human man could love and care for and protect a girl halfway as well as a Kindred.
The End?