Page 52 of Lucien

Jamie poked his head out from behind Luc to see, ignoring the warning growl from his vampire.

Oh. Huh.

He knew those faces.

The twins from his vision.

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Jamiedidn’tgetmuchof a glimpse of the new intruders before Luc’s form was once again blocking his view.

But he saw enough to recognize their faces.

Which begged the question, Were all vampires unnaturally handsome? Was that some rad side effect of being turned? Or did vampires just naturally only want to turn the best-looking people they could find? Something nice to look at for all eternity, maybe. Definitely food for thought. But probably for another time.

A time when Jamie didn’t have two strange bloodsuckers wandering into his home, perhaps.

“I don’t remember inviting you two in,” he called out from behind Luc’s back.

Just because vampires didn’t need invitations to enter someone’s home didn’t mean it wasn’t rude as hell to just barge in without warning. It was already annoying enough that his vision hadn’t shown them showing up in Jamie’s own fucking house. What was the point of seeing glimpses of the future if it did absolutely nothing to prepare him for what was going to happen?

It was a question he’d asked himself a million or more times.

The intruders didn’t say anything more at first, and for his part Luc had started one long, extended growl as soon as Jamie had opened his mouth. Jamie had his hands resting on Luc’s broad shoulders, and he could feel Luc’s entire body vibrating.

Someone was feeling awfully protective.

Was Jamie not allowed to talk to the twins? His vampire certainly didn’t seem to be feeling all that verbal himself right now. The tension in his vibrating frame was otherworldly. Was it from fear? Luc had said he’d known the twins in passing—were they old enemies or something?

But it didn’tfeellike fear radiating from his vampire. More like…anger. Like all that violence always simmering under the surface of Luc’s skin was about to bubble out at any second.

The thought was more than a little exciting.

“We followed a certain scent,” the first voice finally said in response to Jamie’s accusation.

Jamie tilted his head over Luc’s shoulder in a way that allowed him to see the two redheads. Yep, they were absolutely fucking identical, except the one on the left—the one who had just spoken—had his hair left loose around his face, hanging into his eyes a bit, while the one on the right had his slicked back.

“A scent we’d been told wouldn’tbein our fucking town after one night,” said Slicked Hair. Dude sounded pretty pissed.

“Seems like we’ve been lied to,” Messy Hair mused.

“Seems like.”

“Get. The fuck.Out.” Oh good, Luc was speaking now. That was reassuring. Jamie’s vampire still knew how to use his words.

Messy Hair tsked at Luc’s outburst. “The thing is, we need to have a chat.”

“Get out of thisfuckinghouse!” Luc roared. Actuallyroared. Like he was part grizzly bear or something. It hurt Jamie’s ears a little bit, but he was still all for it. It was probably important to assert dominance in these types of situations.

Not that Jamie knew what type of situation they were in exactly.

“What did I tell you, Dane?” Slick Hair taunted. “Two steps from feral. Someone needs to be put down.”

Jamie tensed.Oh no. No, no, no. I think the fucknot.

“Hey!” he snapped, tightening his grip on Luc’s shoulders, just in case his vampire decided enough was enough and was tempted to pounce. “Someone needs to tell me what the fuck is going on rightthe fucknow.”

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