Page 11 of Greer's Change

I scoff. “And you know how terrible I am in return.”

He laughs. “Well, in that case, I suppose we’ll have to wait and see what happens if she comes back tomorrow night.”

I made a big mistake by laying my cards on the table.

Hmm.

Maybe I’ll have to send the vampire to his final death, after all.

Chapter Five

Greer

My heart tries to beat right out of my chest as I fall against the front door. I’m shocked I didn’t kill that guy. I’m even more impressed that he was able to fight through his compulsion to tell me when I was taking too much.

“If it isn’t the human trying to evict me from my home.” The incubus smirks, floating down the stairs. His massive wings twitch, and it would be an impressive sightifthe squatter wasn’t on my last damn nerve.

“It’s notyourhouse,” I mutter, glancing around for a clock.

“That’s up for debate.” Seiran chuckles. “Come have a cup of tea with me. I had a few things delivered while you were out.”

“Do you know what time it is?” I ask distractedly.

It has to be four or five in the morning. I need to get somewhere without windows and hunker down before the sun comes up.

“Hmm.” He flutters his wings as he floats into the kitchen. “It appears it’s just before six.”

“Oh, shit,” I hiss. “Thanks for the offer, but I need to sleep before the sun comes up.”

I’m not sure if he catches me using my super speed, but I bolt up the stairs toward Granny Rollins’s old bedroom.

I have to find somewhere safe from the sunlight…

And fast.

I stumble out of my makeshift bed in Granny’s closet the next evening, confused about what century it is. Isn’t vampirism supposed to make me feel great? All the added strength and health benefits and whatnot… Come on, there’s no reason I should have to slog through a shower.

I have a plan.

I’m going into town to search for a witch.

If nothing else, I’ll buy a bunch of boxes of hair dye and see if they do the trick to mute my hair. It won’t help my scent, but it would probably make me look more human.

If I look like a human, maybe no one will give my scent that much thought. Except, I still don’t have a plan for how I’m supposed to register with the paranormal council.

Oh my God.

This is a damn nightmare. Really, I’m a happy-go-lucky kind of siren. All this subterfuge is above my pay grade. I’m in so far over my head, I don’t know how to even start fixing things.

Downtown Black Cove is picturesque. Like back home in Haven, the majority of stores are open. If it’s not open twenty-four hours a day, then chances are it’s open at night to cater to the nocturnal nature of most monsters.

I’ve shoved the only hat I could find in Granny Rollins’s closet down over my head. It’s hideous and reminds me a little of… I don’t even know, but it’s ugly as sin. Maybe a church hat? Ithink some people call them derby hats. Whatever it’s called, it’s not cute.

It flops over my forehead as I turn my music down to browse for the shop I’m looking for. Every good sanctuary city has to have a witch in a fancy little shop somewhere on Main Street.

Or they better, dammit.

I feel like an old lady as I slowly inch down the street. When did I become the type to turn down the music like it would help my eyesight?

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