Page 6 of Royal Bite
“Give me one second.” She motioned to Jack to give her a pen while she snagged a blank notepad from the counter.
He rolled his eyes and passed her the one in his hand.
“I’m ready.” She scribbled down the address and recognized that the place wasn’t too far from where she worked. She hadn’t even realized the lab was so close.
“You are to report there within the next two hours. If not, you will be in violation of penal code—”
“Don’t worry, I’m on my way now,” Stormey interjected. She could no longer contain her excitement.
Jack rolled his eyes at her again as she hung up. “You are excited about being called down for that draft?” He folded his arms in front of his chest.
She tossed the pen down on the counter and ripped the piece of paper from the notepad. She stuffed it into her pocket and grinned.
“Have a great night!” She ignored his question, tossed him a wave, and was out the door in a matter of seconds. She didn’t want to know his opinion about the draft, nor did she care what he may think of her.
Stormey glanced at the sky and took in that the sun was still out. She had a few hours left of daytime before she needed to seek shelter. She pulled out the piece of paper and stared at the address. She walked down the street in the direction she needed to go. It should take her about thirty minutes if she hustled hard.
Stormey couldn’t keep the smile from her face. Her body heated at the thought of being matched with a vampire. She had read studies that revealed the test was one hundred percent accurate on revealing fated mates. They would take a sample of her blood, and by tonight, she would know if there was a vampire out there for her.
Now, she knew not all vampires were registered at the moment. It was a big deal when the vampire princesses were entered into the database. The media and tabloids went crazy. From what Stormey had read, the queen herself had entered her daughters into the draft. The two youngest daughters had been matched right away, and their mating had even led to the birth of the royal family’s next generation.
Stormey sighed. Her hand drifted down to her stomach. She yearned to have a family of her own. She had dreamed of the day where she could hold her little bundle of joy. There was no doubt in her mind that she would be a great mother. She may not have been lucky enough to be raised by her own, but Stormey knew what she’d missed out on growing up and vowed that her children would never go without and would always know of love.
She took in the area, having become lost in a daydream. She laughed and sped up. She rounded the corner and glanced down at the piece of paper again.
“Almost there,” she murmured.
She nodded to a woman who was walking with a little one in tow. The small boy grinned at her, revealing his two missing front teeth. She chuckled and waved at him. Her ovaries quivered at his cuteness.
Yes.
Her life was going to change.
Stormey paused and looked at the brick storefronts, not seeing one with a sign. She eyed the paper again and searched for the address. She continued down the sidewalk, scanning the area.
“Bingo.” Her gaze landed on a building across the street that was unmarked. She jogged across, narrowly being hit by a speeding car. The driver laid on their horn as they flew past her. Stormey hopped up on the curb and gripped her bag handle tight. She stared at the entrance, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering to life.
Even almost getting run over couldn’t kill her vibe.
The unmarked building was plain, brick, and didn’t give off the appeal that it was a medical facility. Stormey exhaled and moved to the door. She gripped the handle and opened it. She was immediately met with the scent of antiseptic. Inside, she found herself in a waiting area that was filled with people. Chairs were lined up, and there were only a few free.
“Hello.” Stormey arrived at the check-in desk.
There was a man sitting behind it, focused on the computer screen, his fingers flying along the keyboard while he worked. His skin was extremely pale, and his dark hair was perfectly combed away from his face. Small fangs peeked out from underneath his top lip. Vampire. Interesting. It was daylight. How was he working here?
She glanced back at the doors and windows and took in the special coverings. “I received a call and was instructed to report here.”
“What is your name?” He paused his typing and pulled out a clipboard.
“Stormey Jaymes.” She even spelled it out to ensure he had the correct spelling. She wanted to make sure she got credit for showing up. She was used to people misspelling both her first and last names.
“Initial here then fill out this questionnaire.” He flipped the page and set the clipboard on the counter in front of her then slid another piece of paper beside it. He placed a pen down for her.
Stormey scribbled her initials then filled out the short form. Her name, address, place of work, family status, height, and weight. She paused. Why did they need to know her clothing sizing? Shaking her head, she quickly finished filling out the form then gave everything back to him.
“Do you have your birth records with you?”
She nodded, reached inside her bag, and removed her wallet. She handed him a copy of her birth certificate and her identification card. He scanned them into the computer, offering the documents back to Stormey. She always kept her records on her just for this moment. She figured she would always be ready for when she was called down for her donation.
