Also, my body had betrayed me in my sleep by slithering across the bed—unwrapping the robe in the process—and gluing itself to the vampire. To his credit, Malcolm didn’t say anything. Not right away. Probably he was savoring my discomfort because his energy was tap dancing again...
Even though my tablemates could hear my heartbeat, even over the giggling and stage whispers of MacInness’s “family,” and could probably sense my change in respiration, they still had their own tells. Suckers had the upper hand with their enhanced senses, but my ace in the hole—so to speak—was my...
“They are bored,” she said, shoveling food onto my plate until I raised a hand to defend it. “And Tilde is very angry to be kept. Carla will not pay them for the hours.” I rolled my eyes. With so much competition, Carla wasn’t raking in the dough, but damn if she wasn’t ti...