Page 81 of Wicked Bite
“What does that mean?” I wrinkled my nose. “Last I checked, I’m totally a vampire.” I leaned in and let my fangs pop out, then I whispered, “I just jumped off a roof and landed . . . in heels.”
Grayson held his hand out for the tablet. “May I?”
Amanda hesitated for a moment and then handed it over to him. He took it and ran his hand over the screen for a moment, then handed it back to her. “All fixed.”
“How did you know how to do that?” She shook her head. “What I mean to say is, thank you, Your Highness.”
“Grayson is good, Love.” He gave her that dazzling smile and I swear I witnessed another person falling under his web of charms. “And I just overrode it. She’s Night Spawn, not a Day Walker.”
“Right. Of course.” Amanda shrugged. “I have no idea why it did that. The rest of the stuff is working properly.”
The screen lit up and the blue light illuminated her face, reflecting off her glittery eyeshadow. “Okay, first things first. Is your death a clean one or do you require a cleaning crew to make it so?”
“A cleaning crew?” That sounded so men in black.
“In the event of a disappearance, we would fake your death to give any living relatives closure and ensure no one will be searching for you. There is a thirty-day period with this as we have had some, dare I say, messy deaths to clean up as of late.” She glanced up from her tablet, waiting for my answer.
My thoughts turned to Dice, and a dull ache started in my chest. I couldn’t imagine eternity without her. Sadness assailed me and I was lost in thoughts of all the time we’d spent together. And now I was going to live forever . . . without her?
“Yes, Atlas took care of everything.” Grayson’s words pulled me from my thoughts and back to the present, but the dull ache remained the same.
“Atlas . . . Savage?” Amanda glanced around the lobby and down the little hall right behind her. “He’s not here, is he?”
“He’s waiting outside, why?” I was genuinely curious why she seemed so nervous.
“I’ve heard things about that guy.” She shivered. “He’s terrifying.”
“Indeed, he is, love. But I promise he’s of no dangerous to you tonight.” Grayson caught her eye. “So shall we continue?”
Dazzled, she blinked at him for a moment before jumping into action. “Right. Okay, so no cover-up?”
“Not at all.”
“Right this way.” She picked up the tablet and waved for us to follow her.
She sauntered down the hallway and I followed quickly behind. The hall was long with multiple doors. Each of them was made of frosted glass and thick black metal. The doors slid opened and closed automatically as vampires walked in and out. We stopped at the first door, and it slid open. An entire salon flashed into view. It was modern and chic with black chairs, black counters, and bright hot-pink walls. But there weren’t hairdressers. Instead, men and women all stood behind their clients with magic swirling around them. With a flick of the wrist, magic of all colors flew from their fingers and around the heads of their clients, changing their hairstyle completely.
“Cool!” I wanted to walk in and sit and watch for the rest of the day.
“Will you be needing a new look to hide your old identity for a while?” She motioned to the salon. “Short and blonde might suit you.”
“Absolutely not.” Grayson shook his head. “You don’t mess with perfection.”
“Moving on.” The girl walked farther down the hall and another door slid open to reveal a small bar.
It looked so cool, like an underground punk bar, with dark furniture and wild colors on the wall. Vampires sat at the bar, each of them had one of those mini-sampler cup trays in front of them. Music drifted out toward us, and it reminded me of a trendy beer bar in the heart of Boston. Except these vampires were sampling blood. It was all so much fun. They laughed and sipped just like they would have if they’d been alive.
“Would you like to set up for a blood delivery service? We have samples.”
Martin had already done so when I was in the castle. I gave her a smile. “I think I already have.”
Grayson nodded. “Already taken care of.”
Amanda typed on the tablet. “Housing? There’s usually a three-month time when new vampires will stay with us. Would like to be relocated to a different part of the world?”
“Taken care of,” Grayson said.
“Clothing?”
