Vampire Savage: A Vampire Mafia Paranormal Romance (Nightshade Vampires Book 3) by Rowan Hart

Author:Rowan Hart [Hart, Rowan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-06-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

WREN

I’d left my father’s building in a bleary-eyed haze. On autopilot, I’d informed Simon I didn’t need him, the lie of remaining at my father’s coming too easily, then I’d ordered a rideshare as I left the building, not even caring where I asked to be taken. I just knew I couldn’t stay in Newgate, and the Barrows had Landon.

It should terrify me how quickly I’m becoming attached to the vampire. I’ve avoided any meaningful relationships, knowing there was never any future in them. Anyone who expressed interest in me wanted my connections more than they wanted me, and I learned quickly enough to never let them get close. One time was all it took.

Landon defies my boundaries, my walls I’ve perfected to keep my heart safe. The walls that let me endure Oberon’s increasingly high expectations and demands. It’s all too clear, now, that the walls kept most of the pain out but has allowed me to be buried alive.

When sense began to clear the haze, I’d called the only person I really wanted to see. I probably should have called Niamh, since she’s been telling me for years that I need to get out from under my father’s thumb and take control of my own life. She’d let me curl up on her lap even, but it isn’t her arms I want around me.

Now I’m still half-adrift in a more cheerful than expected coffee shop, staring blankly at the board while waiting for the woman ahead of me to finish talking to the barista. For such a morbid name, Black Death Beanery is cozy and light, with an eclectic decor. None of the furniture matches in style, color or patterns, the walls are exposed brick around the black steel industrial windows dominating the two exterior walls. Even the lighting fixtures are centerpieces, with each ceiling light being a different chandelier style.

Nothing is new, and it only adds to my certainty that the owner must shop primarily from thrift shops. I like it. It adds so much to the coffee shop and reveals a lot about the owner.

Unlike my father, who needed everything brand new and the more expensive the better.

A loud slurp breaks me out of the introspection and I startle when my eyes land on the customer who’s now facing me. She’s got shoulder-length black hair tucked behind her ears, both of which have multiple earrings along the shell. She’s wearing all black, and while she isn’t as tall as me, her clothes hug her well enough it’s obvious she’s the strong type of slender. Her extremely long nails are sharp stilettos and painted a more vibrant hue of her drink.

She slurps her drink again, her unsettling eyes never leaving me as the pale orange frozen drink disappears.

I clear my throat and tighten the grip I have on my purse strap over my shoulder.

“Can I help you?” I keep my voice steady and dart a look over at the barista. The woman in front of me is the same one who'd been ordering when I approached.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.