Page 70 of Top Secret Vampire

“Ellie,” Thain said softly, striding right up to her, tilting her chin and gazing into her eyes. “It’s been a long time.”

“Not long enough,” she snapped.

His low laugh rumbled through his chest. “We need to talk.”

“I want to work with someone else.” Desperation came through in Ellie’s voice. Her gaze landed on Wolfram. “Please handle this. Anyone buthim.”

“No vamp,” Thain growled, though he shot a contrite look Wolfram’s way. “No insult intended.”

“Not taken that way,” Wolfram said gravely.

“Come with me, Ellie,” Thain said in a deadly voice. “It’s past time we went through this.”

“Very well,” she huffed.

He latched onto her hand and tugged her down the hall and into his office. The door snicked closed behind them.

“Well,” Blake said, his gaze going from Wolf to me. “That was interesting.”

Very.

“Do you know the history between Thain and Ellie?” I asked Wolf.

He shook his head. “No idea. Ogres and witches have been at odds for a long time, though I believe there were attempts to form a truce through marriage. I don’t believe I heard what happened with that, but it appears that something in their past has risen to a head.”

I’d love to be inside Thain’s office, snooping. But my curiosity would have to wait.

Wolf mistified us back home, and we snuggled on the couch.

I settled on his lap and latched onto his shoulders. “Where were we when we were interrupted?”

He tapped his lips, one corner curling up slyly. “I believe you were kissing me.”

“And you were kissing me.”

“I am certain I was.” He mistified us to our bed and climbed over me. A flick of his finger, and our clothing disappeared. “What would you say about spending the rest of the day here, my love?”

I grinned. “I could be persuaded.”

He proceeded to show me one of the many reasons I loved him.

Chapter 32

Epilogue

Reese

Six weeks later

The moon hung low in the sky, its silvery trail of light shimmering across the bay, making the surface of the water sparkle like a trail of diamonds. Waves lapped at the shore, their rhythmic push and pull a soothing melody between Wolf and me. A breeze stirred my hair, carrying with it the salty tang of the ocean.

I wrapped the blanket tighter across my shoulders and leaned back into Wolf, who sat behind me, his arms around my middle. Sitting on this blanket, tucked between the sea and the stars, felt like something out of a dream. The world was glorious. Just the two of us, with no more fear, no more uncertainty.

“You see?” Wolf held out a bag of blood, lisping because his fangs had descended, not that I’d tell him he did it. I adored this as well, and the last thing I wanted was for him to stop doing it. He spoke with his usual dramatic seriousness. “This, my love,is how a fierce and fearsome vampire sustains himself.” As I peered up at him, he bit down hard on the bag and guzzled, his throat working with each swallow. “Is not coot,” he said around the bag.

I laughed, nudging his side. “Fierce? You’re sipping on donated blood from a bag. It’s pretty much like drinking from a juice box. And it is cute. You’ll never convince me it isn’t.”

His brows furrowed, though his dark eyes sparkled, and he held the bag away, cupping it as if it was a glass of fine vintage wine. “Do not mock me while I dine, mate,” he lisped. “I am a creature of the night. I inspire terror wherever I go.”

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