Real Vampires Hate Skinny Jeans by Bartlett Gerry

Author:Bartlett, Gerry [Bartlett, Gerry]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fiction, Glory St. Clair#8, Contemporary Women
ISBN: 0425245624
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2012-04-03T07:00:00+00:00

Eleven

“Get in the car.” I pointed to my convertible, hit the remote to unlock it and would have laughed at Aggie’s expression if I wasn’t so pissed. She hated my small car, especially since she’d been crammed in the backseat. She’d griped about it all the way to the mall. My tiny trunk barely held our packages as I tossed them inside none too gently. I’d kept the top up since Flo hadn’t wanted her hair windblown so even headroom was an issue that Aggie had complained about. Of course her knees were practically under her chin too as we’d heard at least five times. Like I cared.

“Watch who you’re issuing orders to.” Aggie nevertheless squeezed into the backseat again.

“I want to know what is going on between you two.” Flo dropped into the passenger-side bucket seat then grabbed my arm before I could start the car. “Now, Glory. Why is Aggie being so mean? What is this sister thing?”

I leaned back. I really didn’t want to get Flo involved, especially now when she was set to leave town. I turned to glare at Aggie. “Why did you start this? I thought we had an agreement.”

“Because the Storm God knows all and sees all when it comes to one of his herd. He called me on the carpet today, while you were enjoying your peaceful death sleep. God, I hate vampires. No offense, Flo.” Aggie showed her perfect white teeth in a mocking smile.

“No offense?” Flo’s gesture made it clear that she was certainly offended. “You insult me and Glory. But what is this about the Storm God?”

“Oh, yeah, he called me in. It was a special time. He raked me over the coals for my cooperation with Ian. But now that the cat’s out of the bag, so to speak, he wants to meet with his pretty kitty.” She hissed again. “Namely you, Gloriana.”

“Gee, can you trot out any more clichés?” I took a steadying breath, ignoring Flo’s gasp.

“What is this? The Storm God? Glory? What is this cat thing? Are you in trouble with another god?” Flo kept her grip on my arm until I looked pointedly to where her silver-painted nails were digging in and leaving marks.

“Tell her, Glory. Tell her how the blood test you took showed what you really were before you got kicked to the curb a few centuries ago. And, yeah, score another cliché for moi. I love ’em.” Aggie yawned. Like this was the most boring subject ever. “Achy may decide to make the end of your relationship permanent this time. How sad. Say good-bye, Flo. By the time you get back from gay Paree, you may be in the market for a new best friend. I’m available. I can overlook fangs when the girl has great taste and a fine wardrobe.” This time Aggie’s smile had an angelic quality. Give the girl an Oscar.

“I could never be your friend, Siren. Every word out of your mouth is spiteful, mean. Look at the way you make Glory sad.

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