Snow Print by Ellen Mint

Author:Ellen Mint [Mint, Ellen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal Romance Fiction
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group
Published: 2021-04-20T16:00:00+00:00

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Some Like It Haunted: Ink

Ellen Mint

Excerpt

Ten minutes to midnight.

Ten minutes to Halloween.

Ten minutes to my birthday.

“Ah, shit!” I fumbled, my phone slipping to the unfinished staircase. Luckily it bounced, and the three zombie sours sloshing through my system didn’t stop me from catching it.

“Careful, Layla!” my fellow nursing student Fariah called.

Dana stuck her head out of the back window and shouted for the entire block to hear, “Sorry your gift’s late. But I swear, you’ll love it when it arrives. Ten or twelve times a day until the batteries run dry.”

I waved a hand at the girls, which was supposed to insist I didn’t mind the lack of a gift, but that shot of whiskey rebounded and I slapped the mailboxes instead. “Sonnofa…!” The second curse of the night snapped to growling as I inspected the rising red welt thanks to my drunken buffoonery. Luckily, Fariah—our eternal DD—was already slipping off to shuttle the rest of the group home.

If they’d seen me, they’d have pulled out our anatomy books and come up with a dozen different treatments for ‘drunk girl punches a wall’. Not that I was any better, my soggy brain wondering if I had a wrap back in the apartment while I stumbled up the stairs.

Slapping a wall, nearly breaking a phone and making a colossal fool of myself in front of the hot bartender would probably dim most people’s birthdays. But honestly, compared to past ones, this year’s was almost palatable. It helped that I’d stopped celebrating on the thirty-first when I was six. Last thing anyone wanted was to go to a kid’s birthday party when they could be trick-or-treating.

As I rounded the stairs, checking twice that it was the right floor, I thought back to the bartender I hadn’t been able to stop staring at. He’d had that whole ‘I could model for a surf club’ esthetic going on, complete with thick, medium-length dark hair and olive skin. But what’d had me drooling into my vampire bite were the tats. He’d known how to stylize his body, relying on black ink and the right amount of whorls and lines to draw the eye to all his best spots.

Shame that the rest had been covered by his shirt and the chance of me getting a peek had been negative billion. Don’t try to flirt when there’s a pile of latex gloves in your pocket, is all I’m saying. I can’t even imagine the freaky shit he’d thought I was into.

“Seriously?”

Sitting before my door was a brown package, which was always supposed to be dropped off with the manager to cut down on theft. Not that it stopped him from refusing to keep said packages and just dump them off if we didn’t collect within an hour. I checked the apartment number, thirteen, then the name on the box.

Layla Leeland. That was mine even if it was written in a super curly script my drunk ass had to turn around a few times to read.

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