Page 17 of Love Bites

As soon as the doors were shut, I collapsed against them, sucking in a breath and squeezing my eyes shut.

What had I just agreed to?

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BLAIR

“What the fuckis on your neck?” Izzy’s voice interrupted me from my door-leaning-and-vampire-loathing moment, but I didn’t open my eyes. I wasn’t ready to deal with my sisters yet. Or myself. Or anything else.

“That’s a mate mark,” Zora said. “Definitely a mate mark.”

“We’re not blind,” Izzy growled.

Someone smacked her, and she grumbled at them.

“What happened?” Avery asked, and I felt her hand on my shoulder a moment later.

I finally wrestled my eyes open. “I don’t know,” I said.

They all gave me a look that said I was full of shit.

They were right, too.

So, I sighed. “Let’s get away from here. He can probably hear us.”

Their attention snapped to the doors behind me, and Clementine looped her arm through mine. “Guess I’m not the only one with a mate mark, though yours looks a lot prettier than mine. Do we need to try to escape the vampires now too?”

“We couldn’t escape the vampires if we tried,” Zora said, falling into step on my other side and taking my other arm.

“That’s a valid point,” Izzy grumbled.

“And the vampires are actually really nice,” Clem added. “Except maybe Hale. Err, Damian?”

Izzy said, “Can’t say I saw that plot twist coming.”

“I should’ve seen it. There were small signs. He ordered the bartender around, and no one batted an eye.”

“There were alotof people around him, too,” Avery added.

“The seat next to his was empty,” I protested.

“I think the vampire king can probably empty a seat when he wants space,” she said.

She was right, and we all knew it.

“We can hang out in my room for a bit,” Clem said. “Louise told me they would put you guys in the rooms around me. They understand that sirens need each other, at least.”

“Damian—Hale—made it very clear that I’ll be living in his bedroom,” I said. “But at least you guys will be close to each other.

Multiple grimaces came my way.

“It’s not too late to go to the werewolves,” Clem said quickly, and I heard the guilt in her voice.

“It’swaytoo late to go to the werewolves,” a feminine voice behind us corrected, and I looked over my shoulder. The woman we’d met before, Egan’s mate, was behind us.

Louise, I think her name was.

“Hey, Lou,” Clem said with a bright smile, pulling all of us to a stop so the other woman could catch up. “Everyone, this is Louise.”

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