Page 14 of Greer's Change

He chuckles a low gravelly sound. “I only wished to return your hideous hat, but now I’m even more intrigued. I’ve never heard a fae who sounds quite like you do.”

I grimace.

He’s right.

My mother would have said,“Gods, you gave me quite a fright.”Or something else sounding much more proper than me.

“The sanctuary city I grew up in had many humans. I’ve interacted with them for my whole life. Their dialect choices must have rubbed off on me,” I say, finally pulling my hand away when I feel my canines back to normal size. They’re always super pointy, but that’s because of my fae heritage. They just get a whole lot longer now.

“Ahh, well, being interesting isn’t a bad thing.” He reaches over my open car door and places Granny’s hat on my head, pulling it down a bit until it’s stuck in place. “That hat is horrid, but you pull it off wonderfully, darling.”

My eyes get stuck on his neck, watching his heartbeat pound deliciously against his skin. Saliva pools in my mouth as my fangs ache.

“Would you like to join me for a drink at Chaos?” he asks, grinning mischievously.

My friend Ember has a little brother named Chaos, and it takes me several seconds to realize he’s inviting me back to the club we originally met in.

His pointy canines dig into his lower lip, and it’s so difficult to force my head to shake.

If I was still a siren, I would have jumped at the prospect, but if I’m not careful, I’m going to fling myself at him with the sole purpose of drinking him dry.

My head continues shaking. “Sorry, I’ve got to go.” And with that, I toss myself into the driver’s seat and make a mad grab for the door handle.

“If you change your mind, stop by some time.” He chuckles and gives my door a firm shove until it clicks closed.

It’s official—Cole ruined my whole damn life when he couldn’t control himself.

Chapter Six

Greer

My stomach rumbles, feeling emptier than it has yet. It leads to an anger that I don’t know how to control. It’s terrifying. I’ve always been a happy, go-with-the-flow kind of fae. However, anger and hatred burn so hot in my chest that I’m a little afraid of who I’m becoming as a vampire.

I stumble in the front door, probably looking drunk. My back lands against the frame as my chest heaves. Cole really needs to pay for his actions, but in the meantime, if I want to live, I’ve got to figure out this feeding situation.

Seiran comes around the corner from the formal living room with his wings fluttering behind him. His clawed hands rest against his muscular stomach, and my eyes bug when I spot the knitting needles. Those might be crochet hooks. I don’t have the first clue.

“You look like you had a rough night,” he says softly. “Can I interest you in a drink?”

My mouth pools with saliva, and my vision goes hazy.

Oh, shit.

Tell me my eyes aren’t going milky white like a vampire’s.

My head shakes, trying to will away the change. “Listen, I’m not heartless, but this has gone on long enough. I need you to find other living arrangements, ASAP. This is my home.”

“And I was crocheting you a blanket.” He huffs, and his tail coils around his front to shake the bottom of the pattern he’s busy working on. “Your granny taught me. It’s very relaxing. You should consider taking up the hobby. Or even one of your own. You seem stressed. I’ve heard painting and yoga are excellent for lowering stress.”

“You areimpossibleto deal with.” I cross my arms over my chest, and my keys jingle. “You can’t just claim a house that isn’t yours.”

He shrugs a shimmery shoulder. “Take that up with the town council.”

I stamp my foot against the floor like a toddler. I can’t interact with the council, but there’s no way for him to know how frustrating his comment is when I’m literally trapped because of my situation.

With a grunt, I aim for the stairs. “I’m going to hire a priest for an exorcism.”

“Good luck finding one willing to enter Black Cove,” he calls out, sounding a little too jolly.

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