Page 94 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
Tyra smacks her arm.
“Ouch,” X says.
Zander shakes his head. “You’re an idiot, X. We’ll find something non-vampirey to watch,” he promises Colt.
I crane my head back. Colt’s wearing a funny smile I can’t read.
“I don’t care if you watch vampire movies, as long as they don’t sparkle.”
“Hey! I’m Team Edward all the way,” Tyra says, crossing her arms when Colt scoffs. “Everyone always gives me a hard time about that.”
Zander mutters something about Edward being a pussy and X pins him with a glare.
She adjusts her ponytail. “You know what, no vampire movies. Maybe we’ll watchTeen Wolfinstead.”
Colt bristles. “You like wolves better?”
X smirks. “I never said that.”
Tyra still looks put out.
Zander nudges her. “Come on, Ty, it’s okay if you love him. I won’t tell X.”
“I’m not worried about Edward stealing my girl, Zander. She’s allowed to have crushes on men too. Besides, I’m way hotter than he is.”
Tyra giggles at that, a smile breaking through her frown. “Way hotter.”
Colt squeezes my arms. While I’d love to stay and hang out with my friends, I’m starving and Colt’s bored.
“I’ll catch up with you guys later, sound good?”
“Peace out, boy scout,” X says.
Zander rolls his eyes. “Bye.”
“Do you think they’ll be okay by themselves?” I ask Colt when we leave the gym.
He nods. “Grayson’s on his way down the stairs. By the time we get to the elevator, he’ll be there.”
“Okay.” I nibble on my lower lip, worried some vampire is going to hurt them. When I hear the stairwell and gym door slam open and smell Grayson’s cologne, I sigh in relief.
I’m pretty sure he won’t hurt them.
I think.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Demi
Colt takes me to his apartment where he has a spread of breakfast foods. Croissants, eggs, bacon, fruit, juice; Colt has the works set up on his dining room table.
“Wow,” I say and snatch one of the glasses of orange juice. “This is a lot of food.”
He watches me from the counter, leaning his hip against the granite. “I wasn’t sure what you liked best.”
“Food is best.” I toss a grape into my mouth. “I’m really not picky, unless you try to feed me sushi.” I wrinkle my nose.
“No fish?”
