Got Fangs. Confessions of a Vampires Girlfriend By Katie Maxwell by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-02-19T23:09:10.772000+00:00

you'd come along like some big, brave vamp knight and rescue my pathetic butt. Ha! I have news for you-my butt doesn't need rescuing. I can do anything you can do. Well... with the exception of peeing standing up. And drinking blood. I don't think I could do that; it's just too icky. And the healing thing. And warding stuff, but I could do that if someone taught me how, so that really shouldn't count."

"Fran-"

"Good night, Ben."

Without staying to hear any more of his macho bull, I headed off down the aisle that was growing more and more packed with people every minute. The magic acts were popular, but it was the bands that really brought the crowds out, and as Absinthe had brought with her a German band that had local fans, the crowds were even thicker than normal. I wound my way through them, skimmed around the line of people waiting for Imogen, and presented myself to her, saying, "Peter says you're supposed to show me how to read palms."

She looked a bit surprised at that, glancing at my hands. I turned my back on the people and tugged my gloves out from where I had tucked them into my pocket, pulling them on and taking the chair that Imogen indicated. She was reading a fat man's rune stones, but I figured it wouldn't hurt me to sit and watch how she did her readings.

"How did your ride go?" she asked in between customers.

"Fine. Has your brother always been so pigheaded?"

"Pigheaded?" Her eyebrows rose. "Benedikt?"

Two guys and a girl took the seats across the table from us, arguing about who wanted to go first.

"It doesn't matter." I waved aside my comment.

"Oh, but I think it does," she said, giving me one of her mischievous grins before turning to the threesome and asking who wanted what.

I sat with her for almost two hours, taking a little break to get some water and to give my mother a chance to run and change for her invocation hour. Imogen showed me all the pertinent points on the palms of those people who came to have her read them, telling me how to interpret the various lumps, lines, bulges, and assorted other hand stuff. It was okay, but to tell the truth, I didn't quite buy it. I guess that was because I knew I could tell a whole lot more about the person just by touching my bare fingers to their palm than by interpreting a big mound of Mars to mean Got Fangs? Confessions Of A Vampire’s Girlfriend By Katie Maxwell Page 62

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