Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
See, not many people wanted to defend vampires, and in this day and age, when it was taboo to be around vampires, be friends with a vampire, or be genuinely nice to one, it was understandable why no one would want to work with someone that defended them.
Vampires weren’t all that bad.
They were a very new thing on this planet that was so set in their ways, and it was going to be a long time before everyone was entirely comfortable with something that wasn’t completely human being out in the open. Free to walk among them and have rights.
Rights that were very often taken advantage of… hence where my brother and Bradford came in.
I had to admit it, Bradford and my brother made a good team.
“Oh, God,” Bradford moaned. “I hope he didn’t pass that to me.”
I did.
“Have a nice night,” I muttered, skirting around the now very agitated that she was being ignored teenager who’d banged my man.
I waved Bradford off and walked up to the reception/whatever the fuck it was called, stand.
“Acadia…”
The man… vampire… waved me through. “Go ahead.”
Blinking at how fast I was let in when the person ahead of me had practically been strip searched, I stepped foot inside, and immediately came to a halt when I saw what awaited me.
The house had been beautiful on the outside, but the inside was magnificent.
Tall, arched ceilings with a massive chandelier that extended from the middle of the ceiling all the way down until about ten feet above our heads. The floor was what looked to be marble, and large marble pillars the same color as the floor extended from the floor all the way to the ceiling.
Each pillar was decorated with strands of Christmas lights in a perfect swirl from top to bottom.
And the decorations that hung from the ceilings made the entire place look like a winter wonderland.
Though, I had to wonder why that was when it was October.
Then I started to really look closely and realized that the decorations weren’t snowflakes like I’d thought, but mini jack-o’-lanterns that were shimmery and sparkly.
And then the lights turned from white to orange, and then from orange to green, and I smiled.
There was the fall look I was expecting!
Stepping past the threshold of the main entrance, I made a loop around the outside edges of the room, staying to the shadows like I normally did.
I didn’t much like being the center of attention, which was also a problem that I faced with Bradford.
He loved being the center of attention.
On any given Friday night, he was always out doing something, meeting new people, and genuinely having a grand old time.
Me, I was on my couch, a Coke in one hand, and the remote in the other, watching Netflix and wondering what my next binge-watch would be.
When I came to a party such as the one I was currently at, I made it a point to stay out of the limelight and keep my face from being seen.
Why? Because I sucked at speaking. I sucked at putting together coherent sentences, and even more, I hated people.
That’s right, you heard me.
I hated people.
I hated the way everyone acted. I hated how the world had turned into a bunch of angry shitheads who felt entitled to stuff they didn’t work for, and most of all, I hated what people became.
Killers. Beggars. Law and rule breakers.
Anything and everything that people could cut corners on, they did, and I saw the worst of the worst as a crime scene tech, and really that only hammered the point home.
People sucked.
And I hated sucky people.
“’Scuse me,” I murmured to a couple that were in a tight clinch.
I caught a familiar set of eyes as I passed and realized the man in the clinch was the same man that’d sat across from me at the vampire bar that Keisha had dragged me to. The same one who I’d heard never left Constantine Worth’s side.
Nervously I looked around in the shadows, happy when I didn’t see that familiar pair of blue wolf-like eyes and continued to walk the room.
I ended up by the bar, and snagged a water that was still capped, and continued walking.
Really, I was trying to get my steps in.
I was a Fitbit fanatic and had been a lazy bum for half the day.
This week had been exceptionally slow at work, which equaled a lot of ass-meet-seat time for me.
Which inevitably meant not getting the steps that I usually did, and since I was currently in competition with Keisha and a few other ladies from high school for the Workweek Hustle, I sure as fuck wasn’t going to sit on my ass and let them pass me by. Even if it meant I had to walk laps around a damn ballroom in high heels and a ball gown.