Page 27 of Craving Her Vampire

“Don’t move. I’m coming.” I hang up and shove my phone in my pocket.

“Who is she?” he asks.

“My friend.” I hesitate. “She’s a witch.” Many don’t trust witches.

“Is she your friend?” He puts his hand over the healing bite marks he left on my neck.

“Yes,” I say.

“Let's go,” he says.

“Thank you.”

He grabs my hand.

“Tell me where we are going.”

I fight back the tears at his trust. I will gladly follow this man anywhere. I will feed him. Mate him. And kill for him.

But first, we have to kill Turner.

“I’m going to rip his dick off and shove it down his throat,” I hiss, using my shaky hand to apply ointment to Lace’s cheek.

“It doesn’t hurt much,” she whispers.

We arrived at her bookstore to see the books all over the floor, the shelves tipped over, and my friend huddled in the corner. She was holding a bat, staring at the broken door with blood dripping down her face.

Lace is tiny, with big blue eyes and black hair down past her ass. We met when I stumbled into her charming little bookstore and bonded over discussing book boyfriends. I learned she does tattoos on the side. She has a section in the back where customers come for appointments. She confessed she was a witch but, in her way of being reassuring, told me she has little power. She thought I would run away. I stayed and came back at least once a week. We spend several hours a week together, usually here because it’s peaceful. Itwaspeaceful.

“What did he say?” I step back and put the lid on the container. I glance up when she doesn’t answer and find her staring over my shoulder. Micah hasn’t said anything, allowing me to guide the conversation.

“That’s a vampire,” Lace states.

“Yes.” I shake my head when her stare doesn’t waver. “Sexy, huh?” Her eyes shoot to mine, and Micah chuckles.

“Why are you with a vampire?”

“He’s my mate.”

Her big eyes blink. “No shit?” I tilt my head and raise my brows.

“What did Turner say?” I ask again. We can have a long conversation later about my mate.

“I came to open the store and noticed the door caved in. I stupidly came inside and found Turner throwing shit everywhere. Daisy, he was in a rage. He ran at me, demanding to know where you were.” She crosses her arms over her stomach. “He wasn’t afraid of me, so he must have known I don’t have the power most witches do.”

“Or he was desperate,” Micah offers.

Lace looks at him and then away quickly. “Maybe. He grabbed my arms, shaking me, saying,‘Where is it?’He repeated it over and over. I didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about,” she cries.

“I do,” I say. “Shit.” I pace away. I wanted privacy when I confessed to Micah about the coin and its location.

“Oh,” Lace mutters, realization dawning. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“What is it?” Micah asks.

“Did he say anything else?” I ask her, brushing over his question.

“He was yelling and in a panic. He said he was going to kill you and get back what belonged to him. He backhanded me and stormed out.” Lace flutters her fingers over her cheek and cringes. “I wish I could turn him into a frog.”

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