Page 83 of My Road Trip with a Vampire: Season One
My hands tremble as I right myself. He knew my name, and he wanted information from me. The floor vibrates with a heavy bassline. I force my hips to sway along with the beat as I find my way past the bar and the vampires dancing and flirting with their food.
Why was he curious about Dennis and me being here? I don’t even really know why we’re here. All I have is the simple explanation Dennis gave me, and he’s been acting distant since our talk about Agnes. Maybe I freaked him out. Maybe he doesn’t want to be around someone who has dreams about his life.That, or he’s already tired of me.
Whatever his reason for being here is, it has something to do with me and he doesn’t want me to find out about it. I thought the blood bond was fading fast, but now I see that he’s been working all night to push me away from his feelings.
Cold rage gives me confidence, and I walk faster to the passageway leading back to the foyer. I have to know if that vampire was telling the truth. My heart sinks. I don’t usually get worked up like this over anyone, but we’ve shared something special together. I can’t fathom him looking to get rid of me without talking about it. The way he spoke to me, touched me...he can't want to send me back to my life in Pennsylvania.
I make it to the amethyst door, but the vampire with the blunt bobbed hair blocks my path.
“Back already?” she asks.
“Yeah.” I meet her sharp blue eyes, my anger erasing the anxiety this woman would cause me under normal circumstances. “I need to talk to Dennis.”
“He’s in with Marzanna,” she says curtly, then bites her lower lip. “But I could keep you occupied for a bit. I haven’t had a chance to make Denny mad in years. I miss seeing what he looks like in a fit of rage.”
“Thanks for the offer, but I really need to talk to him.”
“Not possible. Marzanna is quite particular about her appointments.”
I shut my eyes, thinking fast.
I step in close to her and clutch the crystal amulet hanging above my cleavage.
“I banished a demon last night. I can summon her back if I need to. It’s important.”
The muscles in her cheeks twitch. She draws her arm back, and I brace myself for a swift slap, but she stops herself.
“Dennis in a fit of rage is sexy, but I’d like to keep my heart in my chest,” she mutters. “Come with me, then. But wait before you charge in. Marzanna has killed for interruptions.”
She cracks the red door open, and all I can see is the pale marble floor stretching out. Words echo from deep in the room.
“You do create a lot of chaos for such a young vampire, Dennis,” a woman’s voice purrs with some amusement. “But you’re asking me to commit treason.”
“You would be queen.”
“Why would I want to be queen when I could spend my eternity having fun?”
I peek around the door to where a petite vampire sits cross-legged on a black throne, looking bored. Her long black fingernails circle the rim of a wine glass, and her brown hair falls to her waist. She’s terrifyingly beautiful with ivory skin and a rosebud mouth.
“Let’s be honest. You didn’t come here to help me win the crown. You need my help with the ghost girl.”
My heart stills. The vampire in the dark room was telling the truth.
“You’re right,” Dennis says softly, standing before Marzanna. I hold my breath as something inside me cracks. Then he adds, “If Marcel was on to something, then Henry might suspect it too. Maybe he's suspected all along. I need to keep her away from him, or she’ll never be safe.”
She taps a nail on her glass, thinking.
“Did you ask her to try to look behind the veil for you?”
“No, that’s too dangerous.”
Marzanna uncrosses her legs and leans forward.
“Interesting. I didn’t know you still had such a soft heart,” she laughs.
“I don’t. That part of me is dead and gone,” Dennis responds. “But I made a promise to keep her out of danger. Can you help me or not?”
She rests her chin on her fist.
