Stakes & Stilettos - Michelle Rowen [15]
“I definitely want to go,” I said firmly.
“Then we’ll go.”
I gingerly touched my bandage and frowned. “Listen, Thierry, can I ask you something?”
“Of course. Anything.”
“Josh… he said that I had the blood of two master vampires in my veins… you and Nicolai. He said that made me special and I could make him a stronger vampire if I sired him. Is that true?”
“He had heard rumors, not facts. His greed led him to want to believe. It also led him to attempted murder, and now he’s dead because of it.”
My frown deepened. “It’s just… I don’t feel too bad right now. Sure, I feel like crap, but not as bad as I would have thought I’d feel with an injury like this. I thought maybe the blood had something to do with it.”
“Yes, my blood does help to improve your healing abilities, but that doesn’t mean he was right in his other assumptions.”
“So I’m not special.”
“You’re very special. To me.” He leaned forward and kissed me again. “Now, please rest here, Sarah. I will be back shortly.”
“Where are you going?”
He moved toward the door. “To investigate this Red Devil nonsense.”
“You really think it’s nonsense? That he’s not the real deal?”
He paused and turned back to me. “I’m certain he’s not the real deal.”
Okay. Well, that made one of us.
Chapter 3
I bet he looks like Brad Pitt,” my best friend Amy said two days after my date with the wooden stake. “Somebody with presence and serious sex appeal.”
I was at her house, lying on her king-sized bed, propped up by a multitude of colorful pillows. Amy had been turned into a vampire about five days after I had, but we’d been friends for a long time before that. I’d made the mistake of introducing her to a vampire named Barry and the two had hit it off so much that she’d been sired on their first date and they’d gotten married about two weeks later.
George sat next to me, cross-legged, as Amy went through her closet trying to find the perfect dress for me to borrow from her vast and sparkly collection.
I used to have a vast and sparkling collection of my own, but thanks to vampire hunters and a well-placed explosive in my apartment a few weeks ago, I was currently homeless—living with George until further notice—and slowly but surely trying to replenish my wardrobe and belongings. I was still twitching a little from watching all of my worldly possessions go up in smoke. Luckily, I hadn’t gone with them.
But that was in the past. The current subject between George, Amy, and myself was, of course, the Red Devil.
“I’m sure he’s very sexy,” I said. “But, just remember, he did kill two people.”
“Two evil people,” George added. “I always had a feeling Heather was up to no good. I’m positive she was dipping into my tips.” He eyed Amy’s latest selection, a little green number. “That one’s perfect for you, Sarah.”
I’d designated him as my chauffeur for the day as well as my makeshift bodyguard, at least until Thierry picked me up. We were headed straight to Abottsville and the reunion after I borrowed what I needed from Amy.
“Too low-cut,” I said. “I’ve got a healing stake wound to deal with that I’d rather my entire hometown not get a look at.”
Amy frowned and combed her fingers through her short, bright-pink hair. Yes, pink. She’d recently had a minor nervous breakdown when she believed that her husband was cheating on her and had taken it out on her previously blond locks. “I don’t think I have anything that isn’t low-cut.”
“That could be a problem.”
I peeled the bandage away under my V-neck T-shirt and peeked at the evidence that I’d come ridiculously close to acquiring fluffy wings and a halo.
George eyed my chest. “A little foundation and some pressed powder and no one would ever know.”
It looked much better underneath, but was far from being healed completely. What currently remained of the wound was a raw, red mark about the size of a shot-glass opening—like an evil bruise. All in all, I was fairly surprised at