Page 63 of Craving Her Vampire

“If I remember correctly,” Quinn says, turning to Micah. “You were supposed to keep her at the house.”

“As fascinating as this is,” Micah says. “We aren’t talking about your plan or lack thereof.” He stands, pulling me up. “This has been fun. Daisy needs rest. We can meet in the morning and discuss the plan that won’t be shit.” He backs us toward the door.

“Asshole,” Quinn grits out.

“Thank you for the use of the office.” He smiles. He takes my hand and walks quickly down the stairs. He doesn’t stop until we are in front of the club. “Ready for a ride?” he asks.

“Definitely.” He moves into the shadows to the side of the club. I’m sure there would be questions if we suddenly disappeared in front of the line waiting to get in.

He grabs my hips, lifting, and I eagerly wrap my legs around him. Encircling him with my arms, I drop my chin to his shoulder to watch the world fly around us. I imagine what we would look like if someone could track us. My hair floats, almost in slow motion, as if the speed has the opposite effect you would think. Micah’s hands hold my dress over my ass. The night is cool, but we rarely get cold, so it feels good on my heated skin.

My eyes droop, and I tuck my head into Micah’s neck. I had a wonderful night. I am unsettled by the information Quinn gave us, but I am confident that my mate and I will discover the truth.

The truth. Whatever it is, Micah will be there. He will always be by my side because he was meant to be mine.

I will fight dirty to keep him.

Chapter Eighteen

Micah

My mate can sleep through anything. I carried her through the streets and felt the heaviness of her body as she drifted off. She remained asleep as I unlocked the door, set the alarms, undressed her, and tucked her into bed. It had to be a relief when I removed her bra and the loot she carried in it. Sally will be upset she missed the opportunity to get another piece of jewelry.

After removing my shirt and shoes, I drag the chair closer to the bed and prop my heels on the edge. I love watching Daisy. The only time she is entirely relaxed is when she is sleeping. I hope when we find the answers she desperately wants, that will change, and she can live free of stress.

Her scent still clings to my skin, and I am reluctant to wash it off. I drop my head to the side of the chair but keep my eyes on her face. I’m not surprised by her desire to seek out Turner. I don’t question her skills, but I hate the thought of her being in danger. I would rather turn her before confronting him; she would be even more powerful, but she could be difficult tocontrol. I don’t care if she kills him when she sees him, but she would hate herself.

Quinn’s information was disturbing. The girl looks so similar to Daisy. Turner’s actions could have caused her death. This could be bigger than any of us thought. The person or multiple people he works with are a mystery, and I don’t like that. Daisy is determined and stubborn. She says she won’t make a move without me, but she may get caught up in finding out what happened to her family.

I understand her needs.

I’m curious about the parents who brought me into the world. Were they good people? Did they love me and Maddy? Did they wonder what happened to us? The need to know faded away long ago and is only a fleeting thought. They are long gone and the information went with them. Maybe wherever Maddy’s soul resides, she found out. I am not a deeply religious man. Being turned into a vampire and seeing the world change and flow in ways that haven’t always been good has challenged certain beliefs. It is a nice thought, though. Maddy is having long conversations with our parents, looking over me and probably laughing.

Fuck, I miss her.

I wish she could have met Daisy; she would have loved her. She would have been the first to ask for lessons, eager to lift valuables from some unsuspecting man. Maddy would love to welcome her into our little family.

Pulling out my phone, and scrolling to Sally’s name. She reminds me of my sister. Bold. Beautiful. Courageous. And always ready for an adventure.

What are you doing?

I type.

Watching a witch try to build a fire.

Where?

I can’t picture Sally camping.

In my living room.

With her hand.

Do you have a fire extinguisher handy?

What’s the fun in that?

None at all.

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