Page 103 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
Placing her fists on her hips, Evelyn struts over to me. Her heels make her legs long, and it’s impossible not to watch her hips sway. She’s alluring, and the bitch knows it.
“What my brother doesn’t know won’t hurt him, besides, he’s not your master, is he?”
I wisely avoid mentioning that we have exchanged blood twice, and I don’t ask if that means technically he’s almost my master because I’m terrified of the truth. I’m also worried about why I’m not more worried about the fact that one more exchange will forever tie me to him, and I still don’t knowwhatthat means orwhyhe picked me.
I find a dark red mini-dress, one Evelyn picked out on our shopping trip, and slip on some low high-heels. If history ends up repeating itself and yet another vampire comes for my blood, I can’t be caught in four-inch heels.
My hair is not working for me today, so I toss it into a cute messy bun, throw on some dark plum lipstick and mascara, and voilà. Magic.
Or as close as I’m going to get with the impatient vampires screaming my name in the living room.
Christ, it’s only eight o’clock. Why are they so impatient?
I finish strapping my thigh sheath on and slip a small dagger into place. The dress doesn’t hide it, but that’s the point. I’m not going into a club without some sort of weapon. Especially after the last time I went out with Lexi. My knife came in handy then and this dagger may be the thing that saves me from being drained dry by a desperate vampire.
“Coming,” I yell at them, taking one last look in the mirror once I’m done.
Despite the short notice, I look pretty good. My dark hair looks great with the dress. My muscles have always been toned, but with my constant working out with Alissa I can tell my arms are slightly more cut than they were before. This dress puts my shoulders on full display, and I’m loving the new definition I see.
Evelyn and Alissa shout and catcall when I reach the living room. I roll my eyes at their obnoxious words, but twirl all the same and strike a pose.
“All right, ye wee little cunts, I’m ready.”
Evelyn cackles and Alissa claps her hands. “This is going to be so fun.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Demi
When we enter Twisted Helix, the club on subfloor one, I realize why they were so impatient. A catwalk stretches over what usually serves as a dance floor, and man after delicious man struts down it in nothing but boxer briefs. A few female vampires whistle at them, laughing and whispering to one another.
A quick glance around confirms that this club is filled to the brim with vamps, mostly women; only a few humans are sprinkled throughout, all of them wear dopey, dazed looks.
Blood whores or pets? Who knows, it’s hard to tell without talking to them.
Alissa grabs my hand, and Evelyn takes hers as she leads us front and center. A table for three waits at the end of the catwalk, and Evelyn flashes me a rueful grin.
“You’re welcome,” she purrs.
I laugh and sit down, staring at a butt sculpted of marble covered in satiny soft material. “Judas Priest,” I say, giving Alissa a look. “What is this?”
A blue flash from the stage dances across her face as she snatches two champagne glasses from a passing waiter and Evelyn grabs her own. I take the flute and wait for an explanation.
“Whenever Mateo leaves, Evelyn throws a party. She advertises it as a fashion show, but it’s practically a strip club.”
So Mateo is gone.
Interesting.
Why did Grayson lie?
Mateo is gone, and he’s taken loads of vampires with him. It’d be easy to escape. . . I glance over at my new friends. Do I want to leave?
Yes. I do, but part of me wants to stay. I still haven’t learned what I am, but Mateo’s given me important pieces of information. My powers will manifest soon. Then I’ll know what I am whether he tells me or not.
I look toward the stage. “They’re all clothed.”
Alissa drains her wine and orders a blood cocktail from our waitress. “Wait until ten.”
