When Vamps Bite: A Mayhem of Magic World Story (Bedlam in Bethlehem Book 1) by Nicole Zoltack

Author:Nicole Zoltack [Zoltack, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-06-15T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

The questions keep coming, and I answer them all to the best of my ability. That they wonder if I gave some of the stew to Travis kills me. They confiscate the container as evidence. It’s almost impossible to be neutral and indifferent, to not take offense, to not become defensive and hostile. I’m frustrated and enraged, but I bury all of my anger within me.

Of course, they can’t hold me. There isn’t proof of a crime, even though I did confess to knocking Travis out.

By the time I leave the station, the moon stares down at me in disapproval. The night is the vamps’ time to shine.

Felix is waiting in the car, and Diego directs me toward it.

“I’m gonna walk home,” I announce. “You’re welcome to tail me.”

“You mean I get to ogle your ass and get paid for it?” Diego grins, his swagger returning full force. “I’m in Heaven.”

My laugh is only a little strained. “Stare all you want but don’t touch.”

“One day,” he calls out as he climbs in.

“Keep dreaming,” I retort.

He rolls down the window. “I do dream about you.”

I cover my ears. “More than I needed to know.”

Diego rolls his window back up, and the sound of his laughter fades. I appreciate his efforts to make me smile, but I’m not happy. I won’t be until Travis is back and himself again, not that shell or monster he had been. They need to fix him before they return him.

It’s not as if I have a destination in mind, but it feels good to wander the streets. It also makes me feel better knowing that Diego and Felix are with me. Maybe I shouldn’t have ducked them so many times before.

Maybe if I hadn’t, they would’ve been targeted instead. Who knows? The thought refuels my anger and my sense of being insignificant. How can I protect those I care about when I’m not even sure what I’m up against?

Down the block, one alley looks rather foggy, eerily so since the others aren’t. With purpose, I hurry over.

There’s no one there.

Still, I call out, “Just give Travis back. He’s done nothing wrong.”

No answer. The fog remains, though.

“Give him back. Take me instead. Kill me even. Just let Travis go. In his right mind,” I clarify. “But let him go. Let him go!”

Nothing.

Maybe the lieutenant and Diego have the right of it.

I’m desperate and disillusioned. I’m also unwilling to be the victim any longer.

Their lack of a response, their indifference and apathy force me into action. I whip out my cell phone.

“Fine. I’ll go. I’ll leave. You see this? I’m purchasing a plane ticket. Going to… Ah. I’ll go to Savannah. All right? I leave in a week. I’ll be gone. That work for you?”

Still nothing.

But then the fog just disappears.

I shove my cell into my coat pocket. Yes, I finally got my coat back. While I’m sure forensics would still be able to locate blood on it, it’s clean and wearable by my standards.

I’m unlocking my front door, dreaming of a hot bath and a long sleep, when the Phantom of the Opera blares.

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