Blood Trial: Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers Book 1) by Kelly St. Clare

Author:Kelly St. Clare [St. Clare, Kelly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-01T05:00:00+00:00

19

I swung my door open and studied Laurel—my guard, driving instructor, and paid friend. I spent most of the day with her guarding me while on prelim visits.

I grimaced at the Indebted’s get-up. “You can’t wear that. The only person who can pull that look off is Jessica Alba in Dark Angel.”

Kyros wasn’t wrong about Laurel—five minutes in her company had told me she was the most human Vissimo I’d met.

“What’s wrong with it?” she demanded, staring down at her black leather ensemble, complete with gloves.

I snatched up my second-choice outfit off the bed. “Put this on. Then people will know you’re not in the club to assassinate them.”

She smiled, showing many white, gleaming teeth. “But I am.”

I swallowed, reminding myself not to get too comfortable. Even though she watched Truth Ranges sometimes and ate sushi.

So far, there were only ticks next to her name.

“It’s blue,” she stated, surveying the outfit.

“Yeah, I was only given white and royal blue clothes.”

“Kyros’s favourite colours,” Laurel said, peering at the two racks.

I scowled. “They’re what?”

“Who gave them to you?”

Angelica.

Who had yet to apologise. Seeing as she’d delivered the clothing mere hours after her part in humiliating me, I had to conclude she wasn’t sorry whatsoever despite her sheepish act.

I wasn’t sure after the Level 66 stunt, but the colours of the clothing confirmed my suspicion.

Kyros’s aunt was playing matchmaker.

Which made zero sense. Kyros and I had mad lust. Nothing more. Actually, a lot less than nothing. So many walls sat between us after a week of knowing each other that I shuddered at the thought of how many would be there after two.

“Never mind who,” I replied, setting my jaw. “Change.”

Laurel erupted into a blurring flurry. Leather smacked me in the face, but when the vampire stopped, she was zipped inside the royal-blue tube dress. She pulled her long and dead-straight black hair forward over her shoulders.

“Respect. Changing that fast must be super handy.”

She surveyed me. “You look good. Blondes always look good in white. Brunettes look like demons trying to draw innocent people into their lair.”

My laughter was polite only—was that what she did though?

Beast chimed, and I leaped across the bed to reach him.

I hope you’re wearing sexy underwear for me.

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