Page 85 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
I flick my gaze over her face. She’s wearing a small frown, and her forehead is creased.
“Don’t get me wrong, I love living. I’m getting a little tired of being held prisoner though.”
Her face softens. “It’s just a week, right? I’ll come visit.”
The elevator opens, and I walk out, glancing over my shoulder at her. “You better bring cookies.”
“Oh to be human. I promise.”
“This is one promise you better not break,” I warn her. I hear her laugh right before the elevator closes, and I huff, shoving into my apartment and slamming my door closed behind me.
This week is going to suck, no pun intended.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Demi
I’m sitting on the couch the next afternoon, glaring at the reality show playing on the TV when Alissa arrives with cookies. My uterus hates me, and I groan when pain lances through me when I stand.
“I’ve never been more thankful to be a vampire,” she comments, handing over the cookies.
I crack open the cardboard box, breathing in sugar and flour before demolishing three of them. Alissa helps herself to one, dodging my smack and taking a nibble.
“Good?” I ask around a mouthful of chocolate chip goodness.
She lifts a shoulder. “It’s all right. You kind of stop enjoying food as much when you become a vampire.”
I grab a glass from my cabinet and fill it with milk. After I drink it all, I set it aside and frown at her. “God, your life sucks.”
Alissa’s lips quirk. “It’s not so bad, blood is delicious.” She swipes her tongue over her teeth and winks at me. “Besides, I have it pretty good, all things considered.”
“Oh yeah, how so?” I grab the container of cookies and head to the couch. Seeing as I’m slowly bleeding out, I’m entitled to all the cookies.
My new friend sits next to me, kicking her shoes off and curling her feet underneath her. “Well, Mateo lets me train the new recruits for one, which I love doing.”
I nod. “Okay, solid point. What else?”
“Having near unlimited funds at my disposal doesn’t hurt either.” She rolls her neck. “Besides, have you seen some of the guys working out? I’d be lying if I said I haven’t sampled one or two of them.”
Snorting, I toss a pillow at her. “You promiscuous bitch.”
“What, like you don’t want to bang Mateo?”
I stiffen, shooting my gaze around the room. I never know when he’s listening, not unless he speaks first, so I avoid answering. “Colt’s pretty hot.”
“Grayson?” she asks, waggling her eyebrows. “Now that’s one vampire I’d kill to bed.”
Ignoring the irrational surge of jealousy, I nod. “Yeah, he’s really attractive too.” I look her over. “Come to think of it, so are you. Is that some sort of vampire magic, making you all hot and bangable?”
“Bangable?” she asks incredulously. “No, of course not. It’s not like you become a vampire and go from freak to goddess. I hate to say it, but most sires are vain and shallow as hell. There aren’t many ugly vampires.”
“I’m guessing the same applies to any naturally mutated vampires?”
She nods. “Natural selection at its best. Survival of the finest.”
“Pretty sure that’s not what natural selection means,” I say after letting out a ridiculously loud cackle.
“How do you know about the mutation?”
