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I force myself to pull back from his embrace and lean back in his arms. “When were you planning on telling me that Vlad is a vampire? And if you tell me he is the legit real Dracula, I may bite you.”
He winces. “Bloody hell.”
Chapter 30
Connor O’Doyle
Embrace the inner howl life.
My phone screenlights up brightly, and I practically have to squint against the glare as I type each letter.
Me:
When Aubrey is on her period, what do you do?
I shoot off the text and watch as it registers as delivered, instantly wondering if I’m making a huge mistake, but he’s the only person I know with first-hand knowledge of having a mate. My anxiety has reached new and interesting heights in the last two days, and since the night I turned Whitley, I’ve been shirking as many duties as I can to be near her.
I glance out the dim window, noticing the sun dropping beyond the horizon and sigh heavily, relaxing for what feels like the first time in days.
Avoiding my phone has been easy for the most part, as I’ve been forwarding my calls to Allan, but that doesn’t stop Vlad. The number of videos he sends of himself sunbathing with dollops of sunscreen on his nose grows daily. His hair-coveredchest is so pale it’s like looking at a reflective whiteboard against the sand, and even through the phone I find his glow eye-piercing. Whoever thinks it’s a great idea for avampireto go lie in the sun like a lizard is foolish. This alone is enough to reveal he’s inhuman.
Jekyll giving his wretched sunscreen concoction to Vlad may have been a bad idea.
It’s possible the idiot has some kind of useful information, and incidentally, he’s the only I can ask.
Vlad:
What?
Me:
What makes her more comfortable when she’s on her period? I don’t have time to fuck with you, ancient one.
And what movie does she watch?
Vlad:
What significance does that have? Why the fuck do you want to know?
Me:
Just answer the bloody question, you old geezer.
I watch as the little texting bubble pops up, letting me know he’s responding. He’s so bloody slow, the man is new to any kind of technology, and what can only be thirty minutes passes before I finally get an answer.
Vlad:
Aubrey wanted chocolate and now that you mention it, we just watched Clueless and then 10 Things I Hate About You in that order. She cried afterwards strangely enough, but she was back to normal after the fourth day from when the event started. Why does she do that?
Tampons are another insane human invention. I never know whether to get the left or right.
I frown at that. There’s left and a right? That... doesn’t make sense.
Vlad:
Why do you ask?
A cursory Google search says much of the same. Back rubs, chocolate, cuddles, and even relaxing movies were mentioned, but Vlad is the only being I know with a mate.
