Mind Over Monsters by Jennifer Harlow

Author:Jennifer Harlow
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: mystery, novel, monster, soft-boiled, paranormal, fiction, zombies
Publisher: MIDNIGHT INK
Published: 2011-08-16T22:00:00+00:00

EIGHT

ATTACK!

For the second time in two days, I wake up in a fog with no idea where I am. I look around the dim, stuffy room and within seconds it comes back to me. Colorado, dead bodies, zombies. I pull the covers back over my head with a groan. Would they think less of me if I just spent the rest of the case under here? Yeah, probably. The covers flip off and I get out of bed. On my way to the bathroom, I check the clock. Four hours of sleep. Not great, but it should keep me on my feet until tonight.

After using the bathroom, I throw on my black slacks and royal blue V-neck and run a brush through my frizzy hair. I didn’t mean to sleep so long. Who knows what I’ve missed. Dinner at least. Nancy and Andrew are walking up to his door when I come out of mine. She was nice enough to go torment Andrew with her soap opera when I shuffled into the room and fell face first on the bed. She did it without a word, the angel. I smile, but neither smile back.

“Hey,” I say.

“Hello,” Nancy says, her back ramrod straight. Still scared I guess.

“You guys just getting in?”

“Yes, we just had dinner,” Andrew says.

“Oh. Is everyone back yet?”

“No.” This syllable is followed by several seconds of uncomfortable silence.

“Okay, well, I’m gonna … ,” I point down the hall. “Have a nice night.”

“Whatever,” Nancy mumbles as I pass.

I roll my eyes when the door shuts. The cold shoulder thing is beginning to get on my nerves. Bigger fish to fry right now, Bea. I knock on Will’s door. Hope he isn’t still asleep. The last thing I need is a cranky werewolf on my hands. Now a naked werewolf …

Will doesn’t answer. Instead, a half-naked vampire sipping blood out of a black coffee mug saunters out of the room next to his. As if things couldn’t get any more uncomfortable. I was right about him being a satin man. The only thing adorning his perfectly toned body is pair of black satin PJ bottoms and a bloody smile. A literally bloody smile, showing once-white teeth now covered with blood. Mondo grossness.

“Well, hello,” Oliver coos.

“Yeah, um, hi,” I mutter, unable to take my eyes off the coffee mug.

He must notice because he lifts up the cup to me. “May I offer you a cocktail?”

“I had blood for lunch, thanks. Is Will awake?”

“Why yes, he is. I heard him and Agent Konrad leave half an hour ago.”

“What? Where did they go?”

“I asked that very question. He mentioned something about cemeteries.”

My jaw drops. “What? That weasel!” I practically shout, going into full temper tantrum mode. “I can’t believe he didn’t wait for me. He purposely did this, you know. Made me come back here just so he could ditch me. Of all the … he is not getting away with this.”

I stomp back to my room, the anger rolling off me like smoke.

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