Page 97 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
Why am I reading to her and telling her important tricks and tips of her soon to be trade?
Some demented part of me hopes when she discovers my treachery, my willingness to supply her vital information will move her toward forgiveness.
Given her nature, I know it’s a fool’s hope.
Still, I can’t help but continue to dig my grave and make desperate attempts to help free myself later. Because when Demetria finds out what she is, what I’ve done, she’ll kill me.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Demi
The next few days are slow and boring. The dinner out was my only excursion during my cycle. Alissa showed up every day to hang out, just like Mateo’s voice crackled over the speaker every night to read me more of his Van Helsing book.
I wake up in a spectacular mood.
Last night Van Helsing slaughtered an entire regime of vampires with his friends, and I dreamed of doing the same to Mateo, Colt, and Grayson, maniacally laughing as I lit them all on fire.
Whoa.
I know, okay. I’m fucking insane. I thought you knew that by now.
Anyway, I eat breakfast in a hurry, excited to venture down to the gym and workout with Alissa again. She smirks when she sees me and tosses me the tape for my hands.
“You look chipper,” she says, stretching out even though she doesn’t really need it.
She’s a vampire, they don’t get pulled muscles.
By the time she’s done working me through the cardio and our sparring, I’m drenched in sweat and no longer smiling.
I glare at her when she offers me her hand. I smack it away and shove off the mat, pretending like my entire body isn’t black and blue from her abuse.
“Don’t be so stubborn, D.”
I scoff. “I’m not stubborn.”
She laughs. “Sure thing.”
“Demi?”
We both turn when Grayson says my name. He’s wearing a soft black T-shirt which shows off both of his sleeves of tattoos and dark gray sweatpants.
“Damn, he looks good in sweatpants,” Alissa mutters quietly.
I press my lips together and try not to laugh. “Yeah?” I ask Grayson.
“How about that lesson?”
My eyes widen in excitement, and I do a weird little dance. “Hell yeah.”
Alissa gently shoves me. “You’re being weird.”
“Oh, am I embarrassing you, Liss Liss? I didn’t mean to cramp your style.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re ridiculous. See you tomorrow?”
I start to give her finger guns then stop and cross my arms and pin my hands under my armpits. Man, the endorphins from the workout really have me amped up. “Yup.”
“Nice save, loser.”
