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I read the first comment, and rage envelops me. My fangs lengthen and my eyes go red.
“Vlad? What’s wrong?”
I grip my phone in my hand tightly before tossing it to him in case I break it.
He looks down at the phone and frowns. “Who is Chad?”
“A cad who is currently erasing his own timeline on this earth.”
“Oh my. ‘I miss you, please call me’?”
I will rip his heart out through his asshole and show it to him. “Find his location for me.”
“You cannot be serious,” he says, his eyebrows folding inward and his nose crinkling.
“Swift and imminent death would be too good for him.”
He barks out a short laugh. “Hate to burst your bubble, oh prince of darkness, but you can’t go around killing people anymore, I’m afraid. Besides, there’s no way you could get on a plane. Can you imagine if someone got a paper cut?”
I blanch. “Don’t be ridiculous.” I have better control than that.
“From the looks of it, it’s not as ridiculous as it seems. Plus, is one human really enough reason to leave the country?”
He’s right.I wonder if I could get the idiot to come here and then eat him.
“Personally, I think you should be focusing on other things, such as what we are going to do once all the guests are here. We should try to ensure they enjoy themselves.”
“How the hell should I know what humans enjoy? Find something to occupy them. We’re after their money, not here to act out some farce like circus performers.”
He walks toward the door to leave. “Hmm. I’ll just ask Aubrey then. Ciao.”
I sigh, rubbing my hands down my face. “Fine. I’ll think about it. Perhaps Aubrey will come up with something that’s appropriate.”
He points a finger at me. “Hahaha! You are so in over your head.”
“Yes, well, it’s not as if you’re helping matters.” I raise my fist and give him the middle finger.
“On the contrary.” He snickers. “That’s all I ever do.”
“Cheeky asshole.”
“Stubborn twat,” he says as a parting shot, before closing the door behind him.
Exhaustion rolls over me. The incessant need to drink pounds at my skull. I haven’t felt this hungry in ages—and it is beginning to take its toll.
I better find some of those blasted blood bags before I do something idiotic, like track her down and take my fill.
Chapter 16
AUBREY
“Burnie, check this out.”
Her face comes back into view on the screen, and she looks at me over her blue-rimmed glasses. “What’s up?”
I flip the camera, showing her what I see.
“Oh wow,” she breathes over the phone.
