Mom's friend"Hey!" He carried me to the bathroom and set me on the floor, holding me until my legs began to work properly.“Remind me who was wandering around the city alone in the dead of night after numerous attempts on her life? Who jumped into the ocean for a dead body?" He tapped his chin in mock thought. "Let me think." He waited while I stood motionless in the bathroom with the door open."Now what? Can you help me undress?" I snorted and closed the door. Knowing I needed help but not wanting to ask for it, I kicked off the covers and tried to figure out how to get out of my shorts and sports bra without bleeding out. I knew that Clive and the drugs would take away most of the pain, but I still suffered from sudden painful spasms when I moved in the wrong direction.I was finally able to remove my shorts and panties without hurting the wounds and let them fall to the floor. A sports bra is a completely different story. I repeatedly and unsuccessfully tried to remove it, sweat

How arrogant vampires bathe in luxury"Could you hang up the phone, wait a few minutes and call back?" Then either Owen will answer or I'll redirect the call right away and he'll never know we've spoken. "Certainly. I look forward to meeting you in person."Ten minutes later the phone rang again. I ignored the call and let Owen answer. We needed normalcy and teasing. We needed something other than threat, fear, and dead bodies.Later, when I heard Owen's warm welcome voice, I slowly got up, not wanting to lose my balance and fall. I was pleasantly surprised that I feel good for the most part. It's time for a long-overdue retaliation prank.I looked around the bar and spotted a gorgeous guy in a green sweater that matched his light eyes perfectly. The guy was sitting at a table next to the bar. Owen was mixing the drink, keeping his eyes on Mr. Big Exotic. Perfect.I walked in, leaned against the bar next to the bookstore, and pretended not to notice his date. “Hey Owen, have you left

 At night clubClick.Aside from a drunken pixie who regularly burst into song, preferring the tunes of 1950s shows, the evening was thankfully uneventful. I plucked up my courage, but waited until Owen was almost done before dragging him into the kitchen, where Dave was making shrimp pad thai."Go away! Dave roared."“We'll be quiet and not disturb you,” I whispered, pushing Owen towards the door to my apartment. "I need your help." He was waiting for an explanation."Clive," I pointed vaguely at the bar, not knowing why. “Tonight we should go to some nightclub south of the Market to talk to the wolves from the Bodega Bay pack."He nodded. "Okay, and..." I spread my hands, pointing to my clothes."I don't have nightclub clothes." Dave snorted. Owen moved, blocking Dave from my view."Understand. You take advantage of Owen for his unsurpassed fashion sense, but refuse to give him any sexy vampire

I could dance all night“I told my people to stay away from this pack." I had a feeling that at least one of his pack ignored this order.“I don't know anything about this Randy, except that he's been with Marcus since he was little, younger than kids usually go through a transformation. Maybe the guy is a tough nut to crack. Don't know. Marcus' son Mick was dead, so... That's probably why Randy became Alpha. A guy in his twenties.” He shook his head. “Marcus must have driven out all the dominants left in the pack after Alexander's death. Otherwise, I don't know how a kid like that could take control of the pack.” He glanced at the dance floor. "So, are we done with the questions?"Clive and I looked at each other and nodded. Hollis grinned, pinning me with his gaze. "Do you want to dance?"Hollis jumped up onto the bench, crossed the table, and a second later was down beside me. Jumping up, I put a chair between us. His face is impassive, his eyes twinkling with pent-up humor. "Didn

Disciplined the Vampire When no one rushed to the bar to hit me, Owen explained: "I'm a witch. All the witches who come here use white magic, earth magic. We do no harm with our spells." “Black witches use blood and death in their magic. Animal sacrifices, even humans, are used to increase the power of their spells. This is costly to their souls. Every time they practice black magic, they defile their souls. That's why it's called black magic; the practitioner's soul bears the imprint of his work." "Can you see people's souls?" “Their auras, yes. The aura is the manifestation of the soul. When you do evil, your soul becomes more sooty or black. We see the evil surrounding black witches. We stay away from them, and they from us." Owen switched to filling cups of snacks and looked around the room, feeling uneasy about the topic. I lowered my voice even more. "Do you see my aura?" Owen smiled, for the first time since I brought up the subject. “Werewolves are almost impossible to r