“Is there any hot water left for me?” Paige asked. “Um…” Brady gave a comically exaggerated cringe. “If you wait a couple of hours, sure.” He pulled the sheet closer. The little roses were a cute touch. Very metrosexual. “Are my clothes done?” “If you wait a couple of hours, sure,” Paige answered. “Look what I found.” She turned back to the computer and showed him the Wikipedia page. “I hope you did better than I did. I totally struck out on researching the symbols. There’s just too much stupid shit on the net.” He leaned over her to read the page. “Strigoi?” “They aren’t fond of light, but they don’t go up in flames, garlic does work against them and they have red eyes.” “They’re also witches that can turn into animals,” Brady said as he leaned over her. She swallowed and tried very hard to ignore the warm, well-muscled man leaning close to her. Her sheets weren’t very substantial and she could see a shadow of Brady’s thigh and the curve of his ass.
