The Vampire Diaries: Bound By Blood (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Rain J.R

Author:Rain, J.R. [Rain, J.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-06-25T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

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Although Mystic Falls didn’t have any of those fancy coffee shops, we did have a little place called A Latte Coffee, and that’s where I was when Michael the Blogger appeared.

He was a short, bald man who reminded me a little of George Costanza. Unlike Costanza, Michael emanated pure calm and peace. He surveyed the quiet coffee shop, until he saw me seated in the back corner, which afforded me a nice view of the entire coffee shop. The handsome stranger who had come a-knocking had me a little rattled. Not to mention Michael’s own urgency playing on my nerves.

Hell, the last few days had done a number on my nerves.

“Max,” he said, coming over to me, although I had given no indication that he had found his guy.

“How did you know it was me?”

“A guy alone at a coffee shop, looking like he’d just seen a ghost?” Michael smiled and sat opposite me. “And who’s the detective here?”

I sat up. “How did you know I was a detective?”

“There are only three guys named Max who live in Mystic Falls. Two are retired. The last one appears to be the owner of Max Long Investigations. Thank you. You just confirmed my suspicions.”

I sighed and rubbed my face. Damn Internet. For a few bucks, anyone could grab any information on anyone. Shouldn’t have signed the email using my first name. Normally, I wouldn’t have. Normally I would have covered my tracks a little better. Then again, normally, I wouldn’t have created a windstorm in the local bar and grill.

Michael smiled warmly. “Don’t be hard on yourself. I’m a friend. I’m here to help you.”

“Help me how?”

Michael didn’t immediately answer. “Would you like a coffee? Two men sitting in a coffee shop on a late evening who aren’t drinking coffee, might arouse suspicion.”

“Who would be suspicious?” I said.

Instead of answering, he said, “Mocha?”

My head was spinning. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Mocha, it is,” he said, winking and left to place our orders. I watched him chat amicably with the young barista. She laughed. He laughed. He came back a moment later and sat across from me again. “Drinks will be ready in a minute.”

“Who are you?”

“Someone who knows a little something about what’s happening to you.”

“And what’s happening to me?”

“You’re in for some big changes, Max.”

I suddenly reached across the counter to grab his collar. My plan was to haul him across the table and force him to get to the point. Instead, my hand passed through him.

“Holy mother of God,” I said.

“Close, but not quite,” he quipped.

I recalled the article I had read earlier, the one about the Archangel Michael instructing the Elementals.

“This isn’t happening,” I said.

“Oh, but it is.”

“You’re the Archangel Michael… .”

“In the flesh, more or less. Now, let’s keep our voices down—Oh, look, our drinks are ready … I just love mocha lattes.”

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