The Vampire's Heir by Ellery St. James

Author:Ellery St. James [St. James, Ellery]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-02-01T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

KHALIL WAS RIGHT about our destination.

I did end up liking it.

The restaurant wasn’t what I expected—it wasn’t some glittering, exclusive venue with fountains and swans. Instead, we parked behind a gas station, and Khalil led me down a gravel pathway lined with kitschy garden ornaments like gnomes and frogs. A deck sat just beyond, surrounded by trees and strung with strands of unlit Christmas lights. A cluster of picnic tables sat around the perimeter, along with a few wrought-iron tables and chairs that looked like something my grandmother used to have on her back patio.

“Where are we?” I asked, surveying the scene. “What is this?”

“This,” Khalil said, selecting a table and gesturing for me to sit, “is Frankie’s.”

“Frankie’s,” I repeated as I sat across from him.

A door slammed in the direction of the gas station, and I heard the crunch of feet on gravel, and then a woman appeared, her graying hair pulled up in a bun. She wore a name tag on her shirt that said FRANKIE, and she was carrying two glasses of water that she plunked down in front of us.

“Speak of the devil, and she shall appear,” Khalil said with a smile. “Hello, Frankie.”

“The devil?” Frankie snorted. “I’m more like an avenging angel, Khalil, and you know it. The devils are the ones you run around with.”

Did that mean she knew about the vampires? Or was just merely against excessive displays of wealth and extreme imbalances of power?

“And who is this that you’ve brought with you?” she asked, stopping before our table and smiling at me.

“My name is Alex,” I said. I was curious about this friend of Khalil’s. She didn’t seem like the type to be friends with the driver for a vampire. “Nice to meet you.”

Frankie shook my hand. “A pleasure to meet you, Alex. And how do you know Khalil? You’re too young to be dating him. I didn’t think he had any friends besides me.”

I wasn’t exactly sure how to answer such a question. I’m a spy for his vampire overlord wasn’t exactly something I could say.

“She’s friends with Victor,” Khalil supplied smoothly.

“Ah,” Frankie said simply, as if she knew Victor and did not care for him. “Two breakfasts for you, then? What’ll you have?”

“I haven’t seen the menu,” I murmured, looking around the table.

“No menus,” Frankie said. “I only make one dish. Eggs and waffles. But they’re the best eggs and waffles in the city. The waffles can be blueberry or chocolate chip.”

“Oh,” I said. “Chocolate chip, please.”

“And the eggs?”

“Scrambled.”

Khalil ordered blueberry waffles and his eggs sunny side up. I was a little surprised at his order. If he was a vampire, what did that mean for his food consumption?

But I couldn’t exactly ask him about it.

Frankie left, her footsteps crunching back down the gravel path. I glanced around. “Is this the only place to sit?”

“There’s a little inside section,” Khalil answered. “But I thought you’d like it out here. It’s peaceful.”

“It is peaceful,” I agreed. And I did like it.

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