The Lure 1: Siren Nights by Lewis Jennifer

Author:Lewis, Jennifer [Lewis, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Erotica, Paranormal, Vampires
Published: 2013-02-12T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8: Perspectives

A rapping on the door interrupted my thoughts. This time, I remembered where I was.

“Um...” I said, unsure if I was supposed to invite someone in if it was really their house.

Screw it, I thought. Now wasn’t the time to be obsessed with etiquette. “Come in.”

The door opened and Jason entered the room, wearing a black tee-shirt and blue jeans. “Just checking up to see how you were doing,” he said.

“I’m fine,” I said reflexively, gazing at the floor.

My stomach growled and I blushed as the lie became apparent.

He raised an eyebrow. “Well, why don’t you come out for a bit anyway? Claire will fix you something.”

I nodded and rose from the chair.

I exited the room with Jason and walked down the hallway leading to the dining room. On the right was an open door, leading to a room lined with bookshelves from top to bottom. When I had entered, the shelves had all been crammed with books. Now half the books were in boxes. A small mahogany table, precisely square and trimmed in gold, sat at the center of the room beneath a beaten-up cardboard box filled with books.

We moved past the door and back into the dining room. The table had three placemats, but only two plates and two glasses. Jason showed me to one of the chairs, the old armchair that had been sitting in the living room earlier. It didn’t match the table very well.

“Hold on a sec!” Claire’s voice came from the kitchen. “Lunch is almost ready.”

Lunch? I must have slept longer than I thought.

Jason took his place at the placemat with no plate and no fork, only a spoon.

A few minutes later, Claire emerged carrying a large metal pot. “Hope you like pasta,” she said, setting it down at the center of a table with a relieved sigh. She looked up and smiled cheerily at me, but the smile seemed forced.

I looked at her. Her green tee-shirt was splattered with tomato sauce. It didn’t seem like she was used to cooking.

“What about me?” asked Jason teasingly.

Claire’s eyes flicked to me and back so quickly I might have imagined it. “Yours is still settling in the kitchen. You can wait until our guest is served.”

She lifted the lid and scooped some spaghetti onto my plate. “Uh, thanks,” I mumbled.

“You’re welcome,” she informed me. “You want anything to drink? We have Coke, Pepsi, diet, milk, chocolate milk, unsweetened ice tea, sweetened ice tea with lemon...”

“Just water is fine,” I said.

“Water then. Be right back.”

Jason and I stared at the table until she returned. Neither of us said a word.

Claire returned with the water and shortly departed again. She came back with a large bowl, filled with a dark red liquid and set it down in front of Jason.

I looked at the bowl. It was too dark for me to easily pretend it was tomato soup, especially with a plate filled with an actual tomato sauce next to it.

A thought floated into my mind, unbidden. Did it come from anyone I knew? My pulse quickened.

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