Page 82 of Wicked Bite
“Done.”
“Classes?”
“In process.”
Amanda pressed the tablet to her chest and sucked in a breath. “I’m not feeling very helpful here, Your Highness. If everything is done, then what is she doing here? She’s essentially a royal.”
I was beginning to wonder the same thing. Why bring me here when everything was taken care of? Grayson chuckled. “First, it’s the law. Second, she needs proper identification.”
“Ah, right.” She turned and led us back down the hall and into the lobby. But I wasn’t done exploring. I wanted to see more of the building, meet more of the other vampires, try the bar. It was all so cool. I wasn’t ready to leave just yet.
We stopped back at the counter, and she reached below the desk and handed us a sealed manila envelope. “Everything you need for your new life.”
When I opened it, three IDs fell out: a vampire identification that looked strangely similar to a New York driver’s license, an actual human license for Great Britain, and a single human passport. “No vampire passport?”
“Mirror travel doesn’t require a passport.” She winked and handed me her card. “Piper, anything you might need, you can always contact me right away.”
I slid the card back into the envelope along with the IDs “Thank you so much.”
Grayson gave her a little nod. “Well done, love.”
“Anytime, Your Highness.” She beamed at him with her little fangs showing.
I gave her a small wave and then we both walked out the door, and I felt a little more at ease . . . for just dying. Grayson stood beside me on the street. I sucked in a breath, taking in the cold night air and the strong smell of something delicious. “Oh, I miss pizza already.”
“Don’t worry. It won’t be all blood all the time.” He nodded toward the Pizza Hut across the street. “Your body will start to adjust and food will become a thing again.”
I stared at the glowing sign and my mouth watered. “I want it.”
“Not a good idea.”
“How bad could it be?”
“Badddd.”
I took a step toward it. “Imma do it.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
PIPER
“I shouldn’t have done it.” I lowered myself to lie on the cold bathroom tiles. The bathroom was far too beautiful for this. White marble tile wasn’t meant to be used as a cold compress for vampires heaving up pizza they never should’ve eaten. I eyed up the shower with like eight hundred heads, wondering if burning myself under an onslaught of hot water would make me feel any better.
Grayson placed a towel under the tap, soaking it in cool water. He gave it a little squeeze, then laid it over my forehead. “Fledglings don’t handle food well. You’ll be on mostly blood for a while.”
My stomach rolled and I rushed to sit up, waiting for the heaving gags to take me. I rested my head on the toilet seat, but nothing came. Maybe I was done? Forgotten memories flashed through my mind: running in the woods, hunting, the burning thirst. I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut.
“Piper, are you well?” Grayson hovered close by, and I wanted to tell him to leave me here to rot in the things I’d done to myself. No girl wanted the guy she liked to witness this.
“Yeah, I think so.” But I wasn’t. It was coming back in pieces. Animal blood in my mouth, the taste of vomit, the driving need to hunt.
I flopped back down on the ground and rested my head against the side of a huge bathtub. Grayson handed me the damp towel. “Right, blood from now on. You’re a vampire and have to accept that.”
“I’ve been a vampire for like a day. Well, only one day that I can clearly remember, and really all I know is I’m strong and drink blood.”
He sighed and sat down next to me. “You’re rather fast as well.”
“I sound like Superman.” I swiped the towel over my mouth.
