Page 94 of The Way You Bite
Vee stood at the corner of Seventh and Church Street in downtown Charlotte.
How long since Lexan drove away? One minute? Four?
Had Ambrose meant to meet here at this time, before dusk, during rush hour? She reviewed details of their brief conversation in her mind.
She pulled the huge hoodie she’d borrowed from Lexan tight to her head to avoid the harsh rays of flagging sunshine and hugged herself against a gust of wind. Of course, the weather decided today to be a more typical October chill. The hoodie wasn’t much of a windbreaker. Dead leaves swirled across the road. Cars whizzed by. A mental scan detected no vamps or wolves in the vicinity, not even Blay’s soldiers. Either they were invisible somehow to her scanning, or this wasn’t about to happen the way she’d imagined. She had envisioned a sit-down in Ambrose’s parlor surrounded by very angry vamps and an army of wolves outside.
A dark SUV pulled up. The vamp with the ability to render her unconscious by touch jumped out of the driver’s seat. She backed away from him. “Don’t knock me out. I’ll go with you. I won’t argue or fight. That’s why I’m here.”
“Get in the car.” He held open the door.
She gazed at the open backseat door. This wasn’t the plan. Like everyone in this game, Ambrose also had an agenda. She had to trust his plan didn’t involving killing her right away.
