Page 11 of Bloodmoon Hit
I open my mouth to continue, but the waitress comes back with the wine. I wait for her to finish and ask if we want any appetizers or if we are ready to order. Jett knew what she wanted, so we went ahead and placed the order. I made sure to order a steak, rare.
Once the waitress was gone again, I finished what I was saying while watching Jett take a sip of the wine.
“You have an aura around you that shows you’re special. It’s bright like the sun.”
“Can all supernatural beings see it?” she asks, eyes slightly widening.
“Only if they have a gift for seeing auras.” I take a sip of my own wine and explain. “Some vampires, older ones like myself, develop gifts. Some have the gift before they’re turned. I was one of those who held the gift. As my sister also held her gift as a seer.”
“How old are you?”
Grinning at her, I cock a brow. “You sure you want to know?”
Jett nods and sips more of her wine.
“I’ve been around this Earth for over two thousand years. I was born in 205 BC along with Sibley. She’s my twin sister. We were born in Delphi in a little village close to Mount Parnassus.”
I should’ve waited until she set her drink down. The way her eyes nearly bug out and she spews wine across the table is somewhat comical.
“You . . . you’re . . . you,” she sputters and shakes her head. “You’re over two thousand years old?”
“Yes.” I nod. “I don’t actually pay attention to years as they pass. I hadn’t thought in many years. I stopped counting after the first five hundred.”
“Whoa,” Jett whispers and clears her throat. “I’m sorry for spitting wine at you.”
“You didn’t hit me with it.” I grin. “Just the table.”
“Right.” Her cheeks turn a bright pink.
Brighter than they had when my sister whispered in her ear. I didn’t get to hear what Sibley whispered to her as my sister used one of her gifts to keep me from doing so. But from the look on her cheeks, I could only imagine.
My imagination was coming up with some very good thoughts of what she’d been thinking.
“So, what exactly do you do besides . . .” she leans closer, “you know, kill vampires,” she whispers.
“I don’t just kill vampires.” I chuckle. “Only when there’s a threat to a beautiful woman that I don’t want to see hurt.”
Jett blushes and casts her gaze toward the window.
Stroking a strand of her hair between two fingers, I answer her. “My boss, Orpheus, he owns Dyrk and a few other establishments. I work right under him, so I do whatever it is he needs me to do. Mostly, I make sure that our businesses are running smoothly. I might be a vampire, but I typically live a normal, boring life.”
“Unless you have to kill a vampire.”
“Correct,” I tell her, losing all humor in my voice. I use my free hand to reach out and grip Jett’s chin, forcing her to look in my direction. “I didn’t survive to be as old as I am without learning to do whatever it takes. I don’t regret taking the lives of those who would threaten me. And Jett, those vampires last night weren’t just a threat to you. They were a part of a group of vampires called Night Dwellers. They’ve been a thorn in my side, also my boss’s, for a while.”
“Because they don’t listen to your rules.”
“Redwich and the surrounding area are technically Orpheus’s territory in our world.”
“But there are shifters.”
“Yes,” I agree. “There are. They have their own rules, but we have an alliance of sorts with a group of them. You know of the Spiked Raiders MC?”
Jett nods. “They own this establishment.”
“Correct. They’re also all shifters. The President of the club, Corbin, would actually be considered a cousin of yours.”
“He would?”
