Page 61 of Greer's Change

I chuckle at how distraught he sounds. “A trip to the cemetery was strangely fitting. Would you mind if we stop by Lisette’s store before heading back to the club?”

“As long as you’re not feeling itchy to get back to Novak, I don’t mind a bit.”

We’re just about to come around the corner to make the right back onto the populated street when two people turn into our path. The two women stand close together, and the one on the right lights up when she spots us.

“Holy shit! Your hair is so pretty. Is it natural?” The shorter woman smiles, rocking on her heels.

I nod. “Yeah, I inherited it from my mother.”

Seiran’s clawed hand tightens on my hip, and something about the way he tenses tells me it was the wrong move to be truthful.

The woman on the left’s face changes as her fangs descend. She points a clawed finger at my chest. “You must be Greer.”

My eyes widen.

No one here should know me.

Seiran’s wing stretches over my head and expands, blocking them from my view. “I don’t want to kill you, when this clearly isn’t your fight, but I will if I have to.”

Oh, fuck!

Do they know Cole?

They have to, right? I have no enemies here. Hell, I don’t have enemies in general, which is probably why no one ever taught me to fight or even how to defend myself.

I’m a liability.

“Step aside, demon,” one of the women hisses.

I peek around, trying to see what’s happening.

“That’s not going to happen. Were you ordered here by your maker?” Seiran flexes his wings, fully blocking my line of sight, like he knows I was trying to get a better view.

“We’re here to play,” the shorter one says. That’s the voice of the one who asked about my hair.

Seiran grunts, staggering back a step, but I still can’t see a fucking thing. His pain slams into the bond, and my stomach flip-flops. “Well, I tried to be peaceful.”

His booted foot flies up, connecting with one of the women. His wings stretch wide, keeping him in the air as his other knee twists to the right, and it sounds like he connects with the shorter woman. He turns back to the left, but the taller woman uses her vampiric speed to zip around him. She wraps a clawed hand around my throat, and I focus on accessing mine.

I suck at being a vampire, because no matter how hard I try, they don’t pop out. Instead, I punch her in the boob. Why didn’t I ever ask Ember to teach me to fight?

She slams my back against the brick wall and hisses in my face.

Shit.

If I live through this, I’m going to beg someone to teach me how to defend myself. My fingers wrap in her long blonde hair, and I tug with every bit of my strength.

Chapter Thirty

Novak

My annoyance is sky-high, but I smile as politely as I can while handing over a one-hundred-thousand-dollar check. It’s a small price to pay to secure Greer’s life, but their smug attitude makes me ache to drain them both dry.

My eyes flutter closed, and I enjoy the vision playing out. They wouldn’t be so confident if my fangs were buried in their skin. Still, I can’t give away my true feelings on the matter, so I force my eyes back to their normal state before opening them.

The humans finally leave the employee lounge, and my eyes meet Reign’s. “Was I cordial?”

He chuckles, swirling his Macallan in his tumbler. “Indeed.”

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