Page 33 of Blood

Okay, then.

Apparently, we’re dealing with constipated head, flirty head, and preteen boy head.

Noted.

The croc-lion-otamus takes a menacing step forward, completely ignoring the bickering erupting from her partner. His partner? It’s impossible to tell for sure, and I’m not in the mood to get on my hands and knees to look for a jingle bell, if you catch my drift.

“Violet Dracula,” a distinctly feminine voice purrs from the crocodile’s gaping maw. “How lovely to see you.”

“You don’t sound overly happy to see me,” I counter, knowing I should remain silent but unable to shut my trap.

As I speak, I venture another step back, keeping my shoulder flush with Alex’s. My legs hit the bathroom door, and I fumble behind me for the knob.

“Vampire scum like you don’t deserve to live,” the croc-lion-otamus says with what I swear is a sneer. It’s sort of hard to tell, considering the fact she has hundreds of razor-sharp, serrated teeth that appear too large for her mouth.

“Funny you should say that, considering I’m not actually a vampire.” I shrug innocently.

“What’s she talking about?” Top hat head asks in a posh British accent.

Baseball cap head intones, “Bitches be crazy.”

And the ribbon head simply giggles.

“Foolish vampire!” The croc-lion-otamus charges at me, and I squeal, opening the bathroom door completely and falling backward. Alex swipes at the monster with the god-blessed dagger, eliciting a hiss of pain from the creature, before he slams the door shut in their faces.

“Window!” Alex hisses, pointing to the tiny rectangular window above the toilet. I quickly unlock it and push it up, wincing when a resounding screech echoes through the room. Fortunately—or unfortunately, depending on how you want to look at it—the noise is drowned out by the screams and roars of the two monsters as they attempt to break down the door.

“Violet! Hurry!” Alex snaps, attempting to press his weight against the wood to hold the beasts back. I’m not sure how much good it will do, but I appreciate the effort.

“You go first!” I direct him, stepping down from the toilet and backing away.

Alex gives me an incredulous look. “Are you insane? They’re after you!”

“Which means they won’t kill me if they capture me, unlike you.” The door shakes behind Alex’s broad back, and claws rake diagonally down the door. All I can see is a beady red eye glaring at me with an almost incandescent fury through the gap.

Fuck.

It won’t be long now until Ugly One and Ugly Two completely tear down this door and kill us dead.

So, so dead.

“I’m not fucking leaving first!” Alex hisses as he puts more weight against the door in an attempt to hold off our attackers.

I fold my arms over my chest and glare at him. “Then I guess we’re both going to die here, because I’m not leaving until you do.”

I saw one mate die before my eyes already. I refuse to lose another one.

Not that Alex is my mate or anything...

Nope.

Not him.

Not. At all.

Stop laughing.

Oh, shut up.

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