Page 80 of House of Vampires and Flame

“We’re still going to that shifter bar, right?” I asked hopefully before Dixie made an exit with Luna.

She wiggled a finger at me chidingly. “You’re canceled and grounded, Little Bob. I’ll drill the rules and boundaries into your knucklehead until you get them, so you’ll live to adulthood.”

Then she slammed the bathroom door shut.

I jumped out of the bathtub, grabbed my pile of clothes and leaned my ass against the door to prevent someone from kicking open the door to check out the size of my junk.

I quickly dressed myself.

Lucky for me, none of them had seen the breast binder at the bottom of the pile.

When I was done, I picked a new lavender soap bar and put it in my pocket, then I opened the door and shot out like a puppy that had got kicked with its tail between its legs.

My whole body still strummed with deep frustration from not being sated—I’d been so close to my first orgasm.

21

Instead of letting myself be grounded, I snuck out of the shifters’ house, stuck to the shadows, and shot toward Underhill. The place called me like the home I’d never had.

My hands in my pants pocket, I jogged toward the dark forest, streaming moonlight illuminating the sign of Underhill! Enter At Your Own Peril!

“Hello, hello,” I greeted.

“Hello,” a voice answered, and I leapt back, my heart pounding in my throat.

A dark figure stepped out from behind a vast tree and into my path, his pale blue eyes shining.

Somehow, the wild magic had covered his presence. It’d allowed the Shrieker, and now the vampire, to get into its territory because it wanted to see me play. Underhill had its own mischievous mind. It wanted to learn more about me.

Prince Louis stood tall and still in the night wind, like a pale god, not bothered by the sinister air around here. He was a creature of the night anyway.

The wind flapped his trench coat and rustled his blond hair. Power rippled off him.

He’d recovered fully, so now he’d come to ambush me, lurking in the shadows and waiting for me to leave the House of Shifters. I knew he would come for me eventually and that I couldn’t avoid him forever, but I hadn’t expected today would be the day.

At least he didn’t bring his cronies with him. I sensed that we were alone. A few plans rushed through my mind: scream and run, or knee him in the crotch and run.

He’d just chase me and get more excited.

I stared back at him silently. He studied me a few moments longer and opened his mouth.

“I see you’re still looking for trouble everywhere, little Bob.”

“That’s not true, sir,” I said. “I’ve been trying to fly under the radar.”

“Yet here you are, coming to the place no other supernatural dares to linger.”

“That’s the thing, sir,” I sighed. “What’s considered dangerous to others isn’t a danger to me. What everyone thinks is safe often hurts me.”

“Now who thinks he’s clever?”

“Cleverness can’t outrun death. I just want to live a little longer.”

He gave me a long look again, but his eyes softened a little.

“Then come back with me and rejoin my house, and I’ll make sure of it.”

“No, thanks, sir,” I said, sucking in a breath. “I have to address the elephant in the room now. We both know that if I hadn’t stabbed you last time, you’d have drained me.”

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