Page 36 of The Vampire's Storm

Her thirtieth birthday had come and gone, then her thirty-fifth.

Now she was living in a castle full of vampires.

So the chances of finding true love had never been so far away.

In fact, the only male giving her any attention was Logan, who looked like he wanted to use his incisors to slit her open and feed her to his pet flies.

Great.

Brooklyn kept her eyes down and scrolled through her phone, but she could still feel the heat of his gaze on her.

Under the table, her leg bounced, and she had no idea what she was looking at. Finally, the server walked over with her wrapped meal, and she leaped up.

“Thank you.” She pushed a tip into his hand.

“We don’t tip here,” he called out as she rushed away.

“Keep it anyway!” she replied as she zipped between the tables and out of the café.

Thank god.

Oh, my god. Thank god.

I can’t do this. I need to resign.

He’s going to hurt me.

I should tell Sage.

Or Ari.

Or the king.

No. I’ll just go home. Book a flight today.

Now.

Why wait?

My life might depend on it.

What was I thinking coming here?

Vampires. Of course, there were going to be a few who were dangerous in the workplace. They were predators. She hadn’t thought this through at all.

It wasn’t until Brooklyn was one hundred feet from her door that she realized she’d left her room key on the table in the café.

Damn it.

She stood in the same spot for a moment and couldn’t think of a way out of it. Most people were asleep, so even going to the security office was a waste of time. It was closed.

Maybe Logan had left already. He’d already been eating, so it was likely. She nodded to herself, then turned around and—

Bang.

“Hello, little mouse. Looking for this?” Logan held up the key.

High.

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