Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 123477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 617(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 617(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
“I could go out and scare them away,” Chen offered.
He was more than willing to send the intruders on their way. Even if they couldn’t return to kissing, he wanted to spend this time with Moon alone. Would there be that many more opportunities to learn about the witch without others close by? No, not likely.
Moon pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw as he walked past him to the front door. “You’re adorable.”
Chen frowned at the witch’s back. “I am not adorable. I am a two-thousand-year-old vampire. There is nothing adorable about me.”
His hand on the doorknob, Moon tipped his head, a smile spreading across his full, puffy lips. “And that pout makes you even more adorable. I’ll hurry and get rid of these people, so we can return to what we were doing. I want to see what it’s like to kiss you on that couch.”
Chen huffed. The couch, the floor, against that wall with the painting of the garden. Maybe even shove everything off the dining room table and make a feast of Moon on that.
Oh, he’d seen that done in movies. Someone would come in and dramatically sweep everything off the table so they could spread out a map. But he wanted to do that and spread out Moon. Make a feast of the delectable man.
Wait…didn’t he just think that they needed to slow down?
Clearly, that would not happen.
Chen followed Moon out the front door as the old blue sedan rumbled along the gravel driveway and came to a stop behind Chen’s car. As the passenger door was opening, Chen hissed and gripped Moon’s arm, stopping him from descending the porch stairs.
“Vampires,” he snarled.
“Not your clan, huh?” Moon teased.
Chen didn’t need to answer. Three vampires that were most definitely not part of the Zhang clan had climbed out of the car and glared at them. Not only were they unknown vampires, but they didn’t bear good intentions toward them. And considering they’d come to Moon’s house, it was a safe guess that they were planning to threaten the witch.
Chen would not allow that to happen.
The trio reminded him of the two vampires they’d encountered outside that nightclub. There was something uncouth and ragged about them, as if they didn’t have to concern themselves with proper etiquette, manners, or even hygiene.
“Can I kill them and be done with it?” Chen bit out.
“What?” Moon shrieked. “No. Of course not. We have to at least hear them out.”
“Why?”
Moon glanced over his shoulder, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open. “What do you mean, why?”
Was his English slipping? Or maybe Moon had forgotten his native tongue. The question seemed clear enough. Why in all that was good in the world would they listen to these three disreputable creatures who had dared to crawl onto Moon’s property? It was much easier to squish them.
“Are they not from the same clan as the ones I destroyed a couple of days ago? They’ve come to cause trouble. It’s better to put them out of their misery, so we can return to what we were doing,” Chen argued.
Moon threw his hands up in the air and brought them down into fists. “Now you’re being mean. Yes, I’d rather go inside to make out with you, but we need to at least try to handle this diplomatically. That’s the responsible, civilized thing to do.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Chen moved his glare from the back of Moon’s head to the annoyances that were crossing the grass. It would be nothing at all for him to freeze them into glistening lawn sculptors. The sun would take care of the rest when they exploded into flaming chunks of vampire flesh and shards of ice in the morning. They’d have to be sure they moved the temporary sculptures away from Moon’s house, though—he didn’t want to harm it.
Better yet, move the frozen vampires to the woods, where they wouldn’t melt enough to be free until the sun rose. Then they’d be trapped in the woods, scurrying from shady refuge to shady refuge as the sun moved across the sky. That would be a fun type of torture.
Chen was mentally arranging the soon-to-be frozen bastards to where the trees offered the thinnest coverage he snapped from his daydreams. Moon had descended the stairs to the sidewalk. Dammit! How was he supposed to keep Moon safe if the witch was wandering off into trouble?
Grumbling to himself, Chen rushed down the stairs to stand beside Moon.
Well, maybe a bit in front of him as he glared at the strangers.
“Hi! Can I help you?” Moon called out when they were five meters away.
“He’s the one who killed our friends!” a woman with pink hair bellowed while pointing at Chen. She had many piercings hanging from her ears and colorful tattoos along her arms. This vampire couldn’t be more than an infant among their kind, and she was shouting at him? America was a mind-boggling place.