Vampires Need Not...Apply? by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Author:Mimi Jean Pamfiloff [Pamfiloff, Mimi Jean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781455546985
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2013-09-02T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Veintiuno

“What do you mean, you ‘lost’ Antonio?” Penelope asked from the other end of the cell phone.

Ixtab paced across the giant gourmet chef’s kitchen, glaring at the perfect little chocolate caramel soufflé. “Stop mocking me. Okay? It was a perfectly innocent mistake.”

“I’m not mocking you,” Penelope replied. “I’m confused.”

“I was talking to the soufflé.” Ixtab turned her back on the dessert, which served as a sad little reminder of how she’d wrecked the entire evening. “What’s there to be confused about? I lost him.”

I really, really lost him. The one male in the Universe who’d perhaps been born for her.

“How does one ‘lose’ a vampire exactly?”

“Well, we were… um… Antonio and I were—”

Penelope squealed on the other end of the phone. “I knew it! I knew it! You do like him! And I could tell he’s totally into you, too. The way he pretends to hate you, it’s so fifth grade. So how was it? Did you?”

Ixtab cringed as she heard Kinich’s deep voice in the background over the phone.

“I think they did it,” Penelope told him.

“Did she keep the veil on?” Kinich asked.

“I don’t know. Let me ask,” she replied to him.

Ugh! Idiots. “Yes. I kept the veil on, but we didn’t have sex.” We might’ve if I hadn’t screwed it up. Worst of all, she’d humiliated him. Now he would never trust her, and she would suffer an eternity without knowing what they really meant to each other.

“Why not? Were you too afraid? Because my mom told me what you look li—”

“I called him by another man’s name,” Ixtab blurted out. “In the heat of the moment.”

“Oh, that’s bad,” Penelope replied. “She called him another man’s name,” she repeated to Kinich, who began laughing hysterically in the background.

“Glad you find this funny,” Ixtab barked.

“Ssssh, honey. Let me finish talking to her.” Pause. “Sorry, Ixtab. I’m listening.”

“Good. Because he left and took the tablet with him.”

“Maybe he’s on his way back to New York,” Penelope offered.

Ixtab shrugged and turned around. The soufflé still sat there on the large granite island, still mocking her with its giant chocolaty goodness. “I checked with the Uchben. They haven’t seen him.”

“He probably took a commercial plane.”

Ixtab’s phone beeped. “Hold on.” She pulled the device from her ear and saw a text. It was from the Uchben chief. Crapola.

She returned the phone to her ear. “The Uchben tracked him through Customs. He got on a flight to Spain.”

“I guess you’re going to Spain, then. Would you like me to text you the immortal groveling instructions?” Penelope offered.

“No, thanks. I’ve got it committed to memory.”

“Ixtab? I know I don’t have to say this, but we need him.”

Silence. “I know.” There were less than eight months left to open the portal. “What I don’t understand is how you can be so calm and so happy.”

“I have faith. And I have Kinich.”

“So, you don’t believe the end is near?” Ixtab asked.

“No. I don’t. Because you are going to fix this. That portal will open; we will get our warriors back and win.

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