Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
She took it and unfolded the paper. On it was a list of names written in pink crayon. Her name was at the top. “What is this?”
“I am not at liberty to say, but you are a smart woman. Figure it out.”
She didn’t know Cimil’s handwriting, but who else would write a list in crayon and give it to a vampire? “It’s Cimil’s kill list.”
He shook his head no.
Not a kill list. “Why else would she give you a list? It can’t be another one of her orgies. Her kids are on…that…list.” MF’s mouth dropped. “It’s a turn list, isn’t it?” So that was why he’d had a change of heart about turning her.
Anger and betrayal spiked through her. “Why, Maxton? Why pretend you liked me? Why make me think I was special? If all you wanted was to turn me so you get whatever Cimil’s offered you, you could’ve just been honest.” MF was beyond hurt.
“I did not look at the list until we were at the gross place. I swear it, MF.”
Deceitful, lying, manipulative vampire! She pointed at the door. “Get out. Just get out.”
“But, MF, I—”
“Whatever she’s offering you, you’re not getting it with my help. Go back to your jungle, Maxton. Go back to your lonely cave.” She opened her door. “Oh look. It’s nice and sunny out.” Good. Let him suffer in the heat. “You can wait out there for your taxi.”
Maxton walked out, head raised high, and she slammed the door behind him.
I’m so sick of this bullshit! Cimil had her hands in all the pies.
First she’d told MF that her destiny was being a vampire, and she had to work with Damien to get her life back on track. Then MF had found out there was only one vampire left in the world. And he’s a smokin’ hot turd! With a penchant for killing innocent people! Then she fell for him anyway, misreading all the signs like a chump!
I felt something. I honestly did. But he couldn’t be her mate. He wasn’t into her. The only reason he was being nice was to check her name off Cimil’s list.
MF’s stomach churned. “Why did I eat all the crap?”
Damien was heading out the door to go see Cimil when Maxton walked in, looking wilted.
“What happened to you?” Damien asked.
“I need blood. The damned ride here nearly killed me.” Maxton went to Damien’s kitchen and looked out the back door. “Do you have any squirrels or rabbits here?”
Damien followed him. “No. I do not. But the UPS guy generally shows up around this time. Are you proficient at erasing memories?”
Maxton turned around, flustered. “She kicked me out. Can you believe it? I offered to give the damned woman what she wanted, and she kicked me out. I then stepped in a puddle of urine. This entire cesspool of LA is covered in human piss!”
“Part of the charm. Also, that piss you stepped in wasn’t human. MF has an ongoing rivalry with Big Foot.”
“What the devil is a Big Foot?” Maxton barked.
“Never mind. Just tell me what happened. Is MF all right?”
“She is a cantankerous, pious, judgmental, blathering human female. That is what she is.”
“So you had a disagreement. About what?” Damien asked, trying not to laugh. It was amusing to see this vampire’s manly parts in a twist over MF.
“I cannot tell you because it will void my arrangement with Cimil.”
Cimil strikes again. Why am I not surprised? Seemed the goddess was busy ruining all sorts of lives lately. “Well, say no more, then. I am on my way to see her now, if you’d like to have a word.”
“Are you going to tell her your choice?” Maxton asked.
Damien nodded.
“Very good. I will come with you and do the same.”
The doorbell rang. “What was that?” Maxton asked.
“Your snack.”
“Just in time. I was considering knocking on your neighbor’s door.”
Damien shook his head and went to get his package. “By the way, you didn’t happen to go to an amusement park last night, did you?”
“Why?” Maxton asked, looking guiltier than sin.
“The security cameras recorded someone who looks like you making out with someone who looks like MF, in front of children. Pretty sick.”
“Was not me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Driving his red convertible Mustang with the top up for Maxton—Grrrr—Damien called ahead to ensure Cimil was home to receive his reply, but Roberto said she was out.
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Damien said politely, since Roberto was still technically a king. “Please tell her to call me. I will be at my shop. It is most urgent I speak to her.”
“She has been MIA all day. If you see her before I do,” Roberto grumbled, “let her know I wish to speak with her, too. I have my answer.”
Cimil had given an ultimatum to her husband, also? Interesting how everyone’s answers were due by end of day today. What is she up to?