Page 9 of Bloodmoon Hit
“Okay, I’ll see you later. I’m going to go to the shop.” She and her mom had a psychic shop they set up for tourists to have their palms read. Sometimes they’d do it in the park. It was mostly Arely’s, but her mom came to town a few days a week to help. You’d think the shop wouldn’t be profitable, but Arely did well with it. She did readings, but also sold crystals and oils, along with a few other things mixed in. This time of year, she also sells custom voodoo dolls.
I give Arely a quick hug and start to walk home, wondering why I’m allowing my head to be consumed with thoughts of a vampire. It’s not like anything could happen between the two of us.
Okay, so I don’t know why it couldn’t, but I was a girl who was the daughter of a God who was also immortal. He was immortal so long as he wasn’t stabbed in the heart or stepped out into the sun.
A tingle goes down my spine as I get closer to Dyrk. A part of me wondered if he was in there. If I were to step inside, would I see him?
Ugh! Why couldn’t I simply stop thinking about him? He wasn’t important. What was important was me figuring out what I was going to do next.
I used to work at the school in the office, but it was only temporary. I also worked in a few other places, but none of them seemed to excite me. I have a degree in arts, business, history, and social science. I’m an overachiever. I took all the classes I could, starting in high school.
Thankfully, I hadn’t had to pay for any of my college classes, my dad took care of making sure that money was always something I didn’t have to worry about. Even now, I didn’t have to work. I could’ve gone an entire mortal life without worrying about my finances, but I don’t like to sit still. I needed something to do with my life.
A purpose.
But what exactly would my purpose be?
These days I worked in the library as a volunteer. I loved it, but it wasn’t something I wanted to do as a career. And the fact that I’m now immortal, it’s not like I can have a job for a long period of time without someone noticing the fact that I’m not aging. Sure, in Redwich it might be okay, but I’m not exactly of the supernatural world. I’m a God’s daughter. That’s all.
“It seems we keep running into each other.”
I whirl around at the sound of the husky throat voice coming from behind me. How had I not heard him?
I swallow nervously as I stare up at him to find him grinning at me. “What are you doing sneaking up on me?”
“I didn’t.” He jerks his chin toward the building we’re standing in front of. “I just came out of there.”
There being Dyrk. He’d been coming out of the establishment.
“Oh,” I whisper, feeling my cheeks flush. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around.”
“How about you let me buy you dinner?” Aziz suggests, stepping deeper into my space.
“You eat food?” Oh no, did I seriously just blurt that question aloud? “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that.”
Aziz chuckles and reaches up to grip my chin between two fingers. My breath stills in my chest, and I thought for a split second he might kiss me.
“Little one, don’t ever apologize to me for asking a simple question,” he tells me, his mouth nearly touching mine as he dips his head enough so we’re nose to nose. The guy has a good foot on me in height, and I’m no slouch either in that department. Both Arely and I are five foot nine. She’s closer to five foot ten, though. So, Aziz, being as tall as he is, makes me feel petite standing in front of him.
“As for your question, yes, I could eat. I don’t have to in order to live, but I do enjoy the flavors.”
“Oh,” I whisper.
“Will you allow me to take you to dinner?” he asks once again.
“Ugh, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Sure, it is,” another voice says sweetly.I turn my head in time to see a beautiful woman who holds similarities to Aziz step toward us. “I’m Sibley, Aziz’s sister,” she introduces herself.
“Ugh, hi, I’m Jett.” I find myself unsure of myself in her presence. I don’t see her as a threat. She doesn’t seem that way to me. Though I have no doubt this woman could very well be just that toward me, but she wouldn’t hurt me.
“I know who you are. Just as I know you want to go to dinner with Aziz.” She leans in and whispers in my ear, “Among other things.”
My eyes widen, and it’s all I can do to keep my already flushed cheeks from going redder. “Um, ugh, I’m not sure about this.”
“Come on, little one, we’ll go to dinner and get to know each other,” Aziz says, grinning. Oh god, he must have heard what his sister whispered. Nothing is sacred when vampires or even shifters are around. Their hearing was outstanding. “I promise, that’s all we’ll do.”
“Fine.” I nod, letting out a heavy breath. “Where should we go?”
