I was out of the car and across the street just minutes after the vamp had gone up the stairs. I told myself it wasn't about her. It wasn't for some girl I barely knew, even if she had been the first woman to hit me in the head with a baseball bat. Twice.
I grinned a little at that. I could respect her spunk without wanting to fuck her, obviously. And that was as far as I planned to let my interest go.
Right now, this was about figuring out what the hell a vamp was doing lurking around two human women. That was all.
7
Sylvie
I was neck deep in an erotic scene. Bosoms were heaving. Bodices had long since been ripped. The Duke had arrived in the very erect, very firm-assed flesh, and I was all sorts of hot and bothered.
Of course, I was in my usual spot with my head leaned against the warm glass of the window. Gravy Boat was doing the thing he liked to do where he got just close enough for his whiskers to tickle my legs. He pretended to have no idea what I was swatting at him for when I lost my temper, like usual.
I was flipping the page to find out if Countess Ray-Anne was going to let the Duke give it to her in the back door when Maisey cleared her throat.
Given where my head was, the only natural thing to do was throw the book up in surprise, sit bolt-upright, and smile like I hadn't just been visualizing the dirty deed.
"Oh," I said breathlessly. "I didn't hear you."
"There's somebody I want you to meet, Sylvie. And... I'm going to warn you now, this is going to feel super weird and not make a whole lot of sense."
I narrowed my eyes. Maisey had been taking later shifts at the yoga studios than she normally did for the last several weeks. In fact, some of them were well into the midnight hours, which I'd found suspicious, but she assured me was normal.
I could feel my detective-quality brain quickly putting the pieces together.
A boyfriend. She'd been out late because she was canoodling with a guy.
I clapped my hands excitedly and rushed over to hug her. "Don't be crazy. I'm super happy that you decided to get some action. You deserve it."
"Uh," Maisey said, hugging me briefly then pushing me back. "I did meet a guy. But it's more complicated than that. He's actually coming over in a few minutes, and I've honestly been trying to work up the courage or figure out how to even begin to explain this for weeks now. But I'm out of time, so here goes."
I studied her. "Is he one of those new things the kids these days are doing? Polyamorous or whatever? A swinger? Or does he have a nose ring? Because hey, as long as he makes you happy, he's-"
"He's a vampire, Sylvie."
I waited for the inevitable moment when my sister would grin and let me know she'd been making a joke. Granted, it wasn't really a funny one. If she wanted to go for shock factor, it would've been funnier to say he was a traveling shoe salesman or something at least remotely believable.
A few heartbeats passed and she was still stone-faced, just watching me for a reaction.
"Do you mean he's a goth?" I asked. "One of those ones who gets two little bite marks tattooed on his neck and cosplays? Because that's cool. I've read plenty of vampire books so I can totally get behind the enthusiasm."
Maisey carefully led me to the edge of the bed and sat me down. I was starting to get the feeling she was serious, but that didn't make any sense. My sister wasn't the practical joke type, so if she was serious...
"Look, Sylvie, I haven't admitted how long I've been working on this because it's embarrassing. After we lost mom, I decided I couldn't go through that again. I said I'd do anything I possibly could to keep you here and make you healthy. Anything."
"And I love you for it," I said. "But I'm not sure I see how this is connecting to the vampire boyfriend thing."
"Because I found this book. It started in a weird online forum. I met this guy in a chatroom when I was looking into some pretty desperate corners for ways to make you better. He said there was a book that might have some answers for me."
"And he just gave it to you? Or did you have to pay him?"
"He, uh..." Maisey's cheeks went a deep red. My sister was not the blushing type. "He wanted pictures of my feet. Specifically of me stepping on mayonnaise packets? I figured it was harmless since he didn't have my face or my name." She waved off the barrage of questions I was about to ask with a wave of her hand. "That part isn't important, Sylvie."