Page 6 of Greer's Change

How am I supposed to pop into the town council to ask them to evict my unwelcome houseguest?

More than that…I can hear his blood pumping through his veins from all the way on the second floor. My eye twitches as I fist my hands and will away my claws that won’t stop popping out.

It took two tries, but I found Granny’s room. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, I bury my face in my hands.

Okay, I need a game plan, and the first part must include finding a way to survive without starving to death.

I’m unreasonably hungry. This level of desperation is something I’ve never felt before.

There’s no way around it…I have to find someone to feed from.

Black Cove has to be like Haven. There will be twenty-four-hour clubs and bars. I just need to find one.

Female sirens are curvy in comparison to most fae, but I’m a little thicker than average because of my human blood. Good or bad, happy or sad, I’m stuck this size forever.

Not that I’m displeased by my body. There will just never be a chance to lose those fifteen pounds that I’m always telling myself I’ll buckle down and wipe away this year.

My hands slide down the soft fabric of my dress as I head toward the line at the door of the club. It moves quickly, and the bouncer eyes me up and down.

“ID?”

“Wait, a human ID or?—”

“Go on in.” He nods to the open door, and I exhale in pure relief.

I’m going to have to find a way to update my status with the paranormal council, but they’ll ask for my maker’s information. Dammit. I don’t even know Cole’s last name. Pain radiates in my skull, making me stumble as I make it inside. The loud, pounding music doesn’t help, either.

My jaw aches as I open and close my mouth, trying to figure out what the hell is happening to me. Apparently, I can never think of Cole again. Almost every time I do, I experience pain.

Is that from the severed maker connection?

“Careful,” a low voice says as hands land on my shoulders. His accent almost sounds English, but not quite. It’s just the closest thing we have in the human realm to compare it to.

Everything tilts as I’m tugged out of the way, so more monsters can file into the club behind me.

My eyes fly up to a very tall man with white-blond hair and gray eyes. The long straight hair on the top of his head falls over his forehead as he appraises me carefully.

He’s fae, based on the cheekbones and slender-but-strong jaw. There’s also the black runes that line his neck, arms, hands…hell, even the sides of his head are covered. He has to be Unseelie. I’d almost guarantee it from the dark and dangerous vibe that effortlessly surrounds him.

My mouth waters as my gaze zeroes in on the vein on the side of his neck.

This is so bad.

“Sorry,” I squeak. “My senses got overwhelmed for a second. I need a drink.”

His gray eyes sparkle in the low light, and he finally gives a clipped nod. “You’ll find the bar behind you. Try the fae spring wine. It’sdelectable.” Something about the way he says the word makes me shiver.

“Thanks,” I mutter as my fangs ache.

My face burns, and I spin away, desperate to escape his assessing gaze.

Maybe alcohol will help numb my senses?

It better, or I’m so freaking screwed.

“I hate to tell you this, sweetheart.” The vampire bartender chuckles. “But fae wine only works on actual fae. It’s not gonna fuck you up. That dye job is decent, but you can’t trick your DNA.”

“Got any other recommendations?” I ask as the handsome human at the bar next to me smirks.

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