Page 26 of A Vow for the Vamp
I desperately want to cry, but I avoid doing so since my tears turn to blood.
If Teddy is your blood mate, your tears would return to normal.
“What plans? Millie, you’re not making sense.”
“It doesn’t matter. I can’t deal with this possible blood mate shit right now.” I rub my hands over my face and sigh. “How many bodies from the FV?”Feral vamp.
Layla doesn’t answer right away, perhaps considering pushing me about Teddy and our connection, but after studying my face for a few minutes, she relents.
Did she see my vulnerability trying to break through? My fear?
I typically hide these emotions well, but tonight has been a struggle.
“Five and that’s just in the past forty-eight hours.”
“Fuck. That’s a lot.” I tap my finger on my lip, running through our options. “Okay. Call a council meeting for tomorrow night so we can discuss a plan of capture.”
There goes my plan to face the sun. It’s fine. I can do it anytime. Though I worry the longer I’m around Teddy, the more I’ll want to stay.
“In the meantime, reach out to the gargoyles and ask them to add extra patrols around the city.”
Layla taps away at her phone, then stuffs it in her jeans.
“Done.”
“Okay... You may go now.”
Layla lingers, a stupid grin on her face.
“Just say it.”
“What are you going to do about the pup?”
“I don’t know. Send him away.”
Layla snorts. “You know you won’t be able to. Actually, you shouldn’t be making official decisions right now if he is your mate. You’re not thinking clearly.”
Layla is right, and she smirks because she knows that I know she’s right. Because she’s a beautiful genius.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to kill—”
“Do not finish that sentence unless you want me to tear out your heart.”
She snorts, the hag. Layla likes to push my buttons and joke, but I do not find her funny.
At least, I’d never admit to her that I find her funny.
“So protective of your puppy, aren’t you? I’ve missed this side of you. Violent and mean. It’s why they named you queen, you know.”
“Which was the biggest mistake the council has ever made. I didn’t want it then, and I don’t want it now.”
I accepted the role because I thought it might have brought a little excitement to my life. I was wrong.
We return to the kitchen and find Teddy in my living room, staring at an original Rembrandt with his drink in one hand and an inquiring look on his face.
“I’m guessing you didn’t buy this recently from a gallery or from an art dealer.”
“You’d be correct,” I say and lean my hip against the kitchen island, arms crossed.
