Hot for Slayer (Scared Sexy Collection) by Ali Hazelwood

Author:Ali Hazelwood [Hazelwood, Ali]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amazon Original Stories
Published: 2025-09-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Vampires don’t sleep.

It’s part of the whole curse thing—no rest, no quiet, no respite from our evil deeds. We are condemned to an eternity of staring at empty walls and reflecting on what we have done, all in the hope of atoning for our very existence. The possibilities for self-flagellation are endless.

But my white-hot take is that I’ve done nothing wrong, at least not since I began observing a strictly asshole-tarian diet. So I politely excused myself from the pity party and retooled that time for playing sudoku.

While my apartment does have a bedroom—mostly packed with clothes, books, and the equipment I have accumulated over years of taking up, and almost instantly quitting, all kinds of crafts—it doesn’t have a bed.

Which, I realize now, is only slightly less suspicious than putting a coffin in my living space.

“You are a horse,” Lazlo says. He surveys the room from behind me, cross-armed.

“How do you remember that horses sleep standing up but not what gluten is?”

“Maybe gluten is another one of my nemeses.” He gives a skeptical glance to my stack of friendship-bracelets kits, then moves back to the living room. “You sleep on the couch,” he says in his usual pragmatic, matter-of-fact tone.

Not asking but informing.

I decide to piggyback on that. “Of course. But it’s okay, you can take it. I think I have an air mattress”—fun fact: I know I do not—“so I can—”

“No.”

I halt, momentarily speechless. “No?”

“We both sleep on the couch,” he declares. “Together.”

“We can’t sleep together.”

“Are there laws against it?”

“No.”

“Then we sleep together.”

Goddamn this man. “No, we don’t. What if you have a family? How would your partner feel about that? How would your kids react to Daddy sharing a love seat with—”

“I’m not married.” His tone is final. “And I have no children. Some things, a man just knows about himself.”

My eyebrow lifts. “Really?”

“Really.” He turns away and starts stripping the cushions off the couch to make it more spacious.

“Out of curiosity,” I ask, peeved, “what else does ‘a man just know about himself’ despite a dire case of sudden-onset global amnesia? The date of his last colonoscopy? The best brand of jigsaw? How to build a ham radio— What the hell are you—”

He is, quite clearly, gripping my wrist and pulling me toward the couch. It should trigger my fight reflex and make me headbutt him in the nose, but for some reason it doesn’t. A moment later, I’m horizontal with him, wedged tight between the length of his body and the back of the couch.

“Oh,” I hear myself say.

Just that: Oh.

Lazlo’s reply is a vague grunt, followed by a tightening of his grip. I can feel every cord of his muscles pressing against me, and it should be a new and destabilizing experience, but it seems disturbingly familiar.

He and I, after all, have been this close before.

On the numerous occasions that he tried to kill me.

“I don’t think this is—”

“Hush,” he says gently. He’s as hot as the sun’s core. I must be the

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