Page 32 of Suck This

Which sounded completely stupid when I thought about it, but it was there. Every time he moved, my eyes went to him, whether I wanted them to or not. It was like I had an attention problem or something.

My phone vibrated, and I looked down at my watch, cursing under my breath when I read the message I’d just received.

“Fuck, I gotta go,” I grumbled, looking at my watch. “I’m needed at work.”

Keisha waved goodbye with her frou-frou champagne glass full of popcorn—not that I thought that was what the glass was supposed to be used for. Keisha just didn’t give a shit. She wanted popcorn, and the little baby cups that the event organizer had provided weren’t nearly big enough.

My heels clicked as I made my way across the dance floor, deftly avoiding some overly excited dancers that were twirling and dipping like they were listening to a salsa song instead of a freakin’ slow one.

But whatever. If that’s how they wanted to dance, then who was I to tell them differently?

I’d just made it to the edge of the dance floor when I realized I’d be passing directly by Constantine and his friends.

I didn’t speak as I passed, but I knew he knew I was there.

I could practically feel his caress as I skirted by him, and I shivered.

“Where are you going?”

My brows furrowed, and I realized that what had just been said, hadn’t been uttered aloud.

It’d been in my brain.

I looked around, my eyes wide, and found him.

Constantine.

He was standing among his friends, exactly where I’d left him. He was nodding his head to something the men were saying to him, but his eyes were zeroed in on me.

Thinking he would be able to hear me if I thought the words at him, I waved and headed out, all the while explaining exactly what I was doing in my head.

When work calls, I go.

His growl of understanding was just as sexy in my head as it was in real life.

Be careful.

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“Don’t fucking do it again,” I snapped at the rookie police officer. “I don’t give a flying fucking turd if the victim was a vamp whore,” I snarled. “She is worthy of my time, attention, and skills just like any fucking person on this earth is—living or dead.”

Swear to Christ.

They—the police officers of this town—thought that they could treat this as nothing seeing as the woman was a willing ‘vamp whore’ as everyone liked to call the ladies and gentlemen that willingly allowed vampires to feed from them.

But they couldn’t.

Not on my watch.

And my brother, despite his obvious discomfort when it came to vampires, wouldn’t be very happy when this came to light.

“Now, get the fuck out of my scene before I kick you out.” I paused. “In case you’re curious, I’m wearing heels, and they hurt when I put force into my kick.”

The little shithead cop walked off looking as if he’d just been chastised by an annoying teacher and not someone that had the clout to get him canned.

But I would get him fired if he ever fucked up like this again.

“Was just fed on,” Grady murmured. “The puncture wounds are still red.”

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