Page 43 of Craving Her Vampire

“You say it like it’s a bad trait,” she huffs, crossing her arms.

“Jesus, it’s not bad,” Quinn says, rubbing his forehead.

“Can we get back to the problem?” I ask. I’m used to being alone. I didn’t have to talk to anyone if I didn’t want to until I moved here. It has been a constant conversation, sometimes it’s exhausting. “I would like to take my mate home soon.”

“I’ll need your Alpha’s full name, address, description, phone number, and the same goes for your brother. Any detail you can think of to identify either of them. If you know their habits and likes, it would be helpful. Did your brother have a phone when he was sold?” Quinn asks bluntly. The trait was one I admired about him, but having it directed at my mate made my irritation rise.

“He did, but I’ve tried calling it for years. Now, it doesn’t ring.” Daisy chews on her nail.

“Doesn’t matter. Still need the number. Are we worried about other pack members?” he asks.

“I don’t think they would care enough to come after me,” she says.

“You never know. I want their names also.” Quinn rummages in his desk and pulls out a pad of paper. “Write it all down. Does Turner have another house? A place he goes regularly? Even if he frequents a restaurant, it could be helpful. Do you have pictures of either of them?” Daisy takes the paper and grabs a pen from the desk.

“Yes.” She pulls her phone from her pocket. “He’s younger in the picture.” After scrolling, she hands him her phone. “We don’t know who our parents are. We made up stories of what they would look like. He just knew our mom would look like me. Welook alike, don’t you think?” she asks but bows her head. She clears her throat. “Never mind, that’s my brother.”

“You do look similar,” Quinn says. “Your eyes are the same.” Quinn holds the phone out. “Don’t you think, Micah?” I take the phone and study the picture of Daisy’s brother. His hair is a shade darker than hers, minus the purple streaks. Their eyes are similar.

I look into my mate's wide, hopeful eyes. “Very similar.” Her smile blinds me, and it brings me an even deeper desire to find him for her. “I agree with Liam; your mom must look like you.”

“Thanks, Micah,” she whispers, sitting in the vacant chair and starting to write.

“Send me the picture,” Quinn tells me. “Do you have a picture of Turner? Any of the pack?”

“Yes,” she says, taking the phone from me. She scrolls and shows me.

“Put my number in her phone. I might have more questions.”

I am not fooled by his demand. Quinn has a soft spot for women of all kinds, especially the ones in the crew. He may not show it often, but he is always working behind the scenes. I add his name to her contacts and hide my grin when I put his name in as Grumpy Bear. “I didn’t know you were coming to town.” I look up to see Quinn questioning Heath.

“I didn’t plan it,” Heath says.

“I noticed your name on the group text,” I mention.

“Sally was kind enough to add me.” Heath sounds grateful. He may project an air of danger and “stay the fuck away” vibe, but when he considers you family, he will do anything to protect said family.

“He’s in the family, so why wouldn’t I?” Sally says, sharing a smile with Heath. Sally is a force; she will drag you kicking and screaming into the group. It’s one of the things I like about her.

“I’ve tried for weeks to opt out of those fucking group texts,” Quinn growls. “I’m either not doing it right, or you keep adding me.” He glares her way.

“Well, I better get home. I have a hot date tonight,” Sally says, quickly standing. “Thanks for the fun, Micah. Saph, pretty as ever. Heath, sexy as ever.” She walks to the back of Daisy’s chair, avoiding the bear's gaze. “Daisy, welcome again.” Daisy looks over her shoulder, which Sally squeezes. “Micah, give her my number, too. We’ll have a girl's night soon.”

“Thanks, Sally,” Daisy smiles.

“Sally,” Quinn calls as she starts to back out the door. “You’ve barely worked today.”

“I will tomorrow, boss.” She grins. “It’s quitting time.”

“Will you give me a ride?” Saph asks.

“Of course,” Sally nods, holding out her hand, and Saph hurries to grab it.

“Night,” Saph says brightly.

“Damn rabbit,” Quinn sighs.

I chuckle. “You love her just as much as the rest of us.” He doesn’t argue.

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