Page 29 of Craving Her Vampire

“Those poor books,” I hear a soft voice say from behind Micah. He taps his knuckle against my chin and then turns.

“Holy shit,” Lace breathes as she takes in the sight of Bash. “Who? What…” she trails off.

“Lace, this is my friend, Bash,” Micah says. “Daisy, this is Marie, Bash’s mate.” Marie is beautiful. She has blonde hair and a slim build. Her skin is decorated with tattoos she shows off proudly in a tank. She rushes over to us, and I cringe, waiting for her reaction.

“So nice to meet you, Daisy,” she says. I freeze when she hugs me briefly. “Lace, you, too.” She smiles sweetly at Lace and then glides back to her mate. “What asshole did this to books?”

“Your face,” Bash hisses.

“I’m fine?” Lace’s voice rises in question. I squeeze her hand reassuringly.

“Do you have a list of what you need?” Bash asks.

“Uh…” She looks at me helplessly.

“She likes dresses,” I tell them. “Get a wide variety of them. She has a ton of stuffed animals on her bed; get those, too.”

“Daisy,” she whispers furiously, tugging at her skirt with nervous fingers.

“You should have your things,” I whisper back.

“I love stuffed animals,” Marie says. “You should buy me some,” she instructs Bash.

“I will,” he says easily.

“Don’t worry,” Marie tells Lace. “I will pack your clothes and bathroom stuff.”

“Thanks,” Lace says weakly. Marie waves before they disappear. “Holy crap.”

“You have a car?” Micah asks. She nods. “Out front?” She nods again. “We will walk you to it. I will send someone to secure the building. Love, we can ride with her.”

We both nod obediently, and Lace leads us outside to her car.

My heart flutters when Micah opens the passenger side door for me and buckles my seatbelt. Lace watches him with awe, and I have to clear my throat when she stares a bit too long. I love her, but I don’t like the adoring look in her eyes.

“Lace,” I growl.

“Sorry.” She shakes her head and starts the car.

I’m already very possessive of my deadly vampire.

Chapter Nine

Daisy

We settled Lace into the second-floor apartment. The furniture was delivered shortly after we arrived, and we watched several delivery men assemble it quickly. I left Lace with a million questions in her eyes but promised to check on her tonight.

To avoid the upcoming conversation I need to have with Micah and the men bringing in a couch and chair, I locked myself in the bathroom and took a shower. Now, I stand in front of the mirror after drying my hair, deciding the best way to explain. I could show him. Show him the scars, tattoos, and coin, and lay it out for him. Hope for the best. I don’t know if I can.

I feel the bond getting stronger. I don’t like being away from him, even though he’s not far. I know it’s going to grow and continue to expand. We’ve known each other for barely two days, yet it feels like weeks. He’s still a mystery. I know nothing about his life, but I do know how he makes me feel, the heat inhis eyes when he looks at me, and the care he has shown me and the only one left who I consider family.

Biting my fingernail, I text Lace.

I’m going to tell him everything. I think.

I put the phone next to the sink and lean over it.

Good. I saw how he looked at you. And how you looked at him.

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