Love Your Entity by Devon Cat

Author:Devon, Cat [Devon, Cat]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Vampires
ISBN: 9780312547813
Google: JaqaAAAAQBAJ
Amazon: 0312547811
Barnesnoble: 0312547811
Goodreads: 17619014
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2013-01-01T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

“Shit!” Sierra quickly stood as one of the lit candles almost landed in her lap.

“Shit!” Bob yelped as one of the candles did land on his lap and his wife slapped his crotch to douse the flames.

“That was illuminating,” Ronan said.

“This séance is over,” Sierra said.

“The séance may be over but not the interview,” Bob said.

“You only wanted to interview me to get into this house. It was just an excuse.”

“I was just trying to get information about my great-great-uncle Hal’s life,” Mary said.

“Information about his treasure, you mean. Do you even know what it’s supposed to be?”

“Not the specifics, no. But family legend has it that it is worth a great deal of money.”

Legends occasionally turned out to be true. Like legends about ghosts and vampires. “Did you really think that you could just stroll in here and make contact with your ancestor’s spirit and get a bunch of loot?” Sierra said.

“Of course not,” Mary said.

“I thought it was worth a try,” Bob admitted.

“So what was your plan? To have Hal tell you where it is and then break into my house later?”

“No,” Mary vehemently denied. “We were going to share it with you.”

“Share what?”

“The treasure.”

“Which consists of what?”

“Valuables. Lots of valuables.”

“I think it’s best if you leave now,” Sierra said.

“You don’t want me writing a bad story about you, do you?” Bob said.

“I don’t think your employer would appreciate you threatening to trash me in your article.”

“It would be your word against mine,” he said.

“No it wouldn’t,” Ronan said in a deadly voice.

Uh-oh. Do not piss off the vampire. She put her hand on Ronan’s arm in an attempt to restrain him. Right, like she’d have the strength to hold him back if he went full vamp on them. And then there was the fact that whenever she touched him, she wanted him—even more than she craved Godiva dark chocolate truffles when she was writing the end of a book on deadline and that was saying a lot.

Instead of flashing those impressive fangs of his, Ronan looked deeply into Bob’s eyes. “Sit down.”

He did.

Then Ronan gazed into Mary’s eyes. “Sit.”

She did.

“Tell me everything you know about this treasure.”

Sierra looked around, expecting Hal to throw something at them like furniture or something. But the ghost must have used up his energy for the time being.

“There might be a map,” Mary said. “We don’t know where. My grandmother remembered stories about a map. Her sister didn’t.”

“Is there a key?” Ronan asked.

“To the map?”

“To the treasure,” Ronan said.

Mary shook her head. “I don’t know anything about a key. Maybe the map leads you to a key and the key unlocks the treasure box? I don’t know.”

“The treasure is in a box? Is it money?” Ronan demanded. “Gems? Gold bars?”

“I don’t know,” Mary said in a monotone.

Ronan returned his attention to Bob. “You will write a glowing story for your paper about S. J. Brennan and her books. You will not return to her house or bother her again. You will no longer believe Hal’s treasure is real.

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