Page 50 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
My job for today is done.
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Demi
I climb into the SUV and beam at Grayson. "Thank you." I yank off the high heels. I took them off at the party, but my feet are already getting cramps from the steep heel.
His lips inch upward. "Did you have fun?"
His surprise was so unexpected. It was perfect.
"Yeah, I had a lot of fun." A fresh wave of sadness washes over me. I sigh and lean against the headrest, gazing out of my window.
Sensing my desire to not speak, Grayson turns on atmospheric electronic music and starts to drive. Forty minutes later we're in the parking garage. I'm probably being an ungrateful bitch seeing as he's the only reason I got to see my friends, but I don't care.
I'm allowed to be sad. I'm allowed to be mad at them. Knowing Maria would have shown up and turned my life upside down anyway doesn't make what they did any better. Grayson's the first to make a real effort to gain my forgiveness.
He shifts the SUV into park. "Do you want me to flash you to your apartment?"
It's either that or face potentially running into Alissa or Evelyn. I like them both, don't get me wrong, but I need some time alone to decompress before my birthing hour.
"I'd like that," I say.
Grayson's unbuckled me in a half second and flits away. He drops me on two feet outside my apartment. He hands me my shoes. With his supe speed I'm not surprised I missed him grabbing them. Unlocking the door, he pushes it open and gives me the keycard.
"I'll be out here if you need anything."
I head in, but stop and glance over my shoulder. His blue eyes are on my ass and he slowly raises his gaze to meet mine, not ashamed or embarrassed at having been caught.
"Why are you being so nice?"
"I've always been nice. You were too angry to realize it." The vampire winks.
"Can you blame me?" I ask, fully turning around.
Grayson ducks his head. "No, I don't blame you, Demi. I'd probably do worse if I were you."
"Well, at least one of you has sense," I mutter and drop my shoes onto the floor. "I'll see you in a few hours?"
He checks his watch. "I'll knock at eight-forty-five. Mateo has prepared a place for you."
"Thanks."
Grayson smiles at me one more time and shuts the door.
A harsh breath leaves my lips. Twenty-five is an exhausting age.
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At exactly eight-forty-fourI open the door. Grayson's hand is raised, as though he was waiting for the minute to change before he knocked. He lowers his arm and gives me a rueful smile.
"You changed."
I glance down at my leggings and long sweater. "The dress was pretty, but if I'm about to be in excruciating pain, I'd rather not flash my vag around."
He lets out a dramatically sad sigh. "What I wouldn't give to see that."
Smacking his chest, I shove him out of the way so I can shut my door. "Your time will come, Grayson. A little patience never killed a vampire. Has it?"
