Sophie Oak
Meg took a deep breath and stared at the vampire. She decided it
was time to make a deal. “I will, but only on one condition.”
“I’ll bite,” Dante said with an ironic grin.
“Later, you have to take me for a ride on that motorcycle.” The
bike looked really cool.
“You got it, sister,” Dante agreed.
Meg was satisfied and sank down beside Dante to see what they
considered porn in the good old Vampire US of A.
* * * *
Beck walked into the house and swore silently. His twin was a
pig. How he’d managed to live with that slob brother of his for thirty
years without killing him was a mystery to Beck. The small living
room and kitchen area was cluttered, and it looked like no one had
done a single dish since he’d been gone.
“You were supposed to be fading, Ci,” he muttered to himself.
“Not wrecking the kitchen.”
He quickly went around, straightening up what he could, so Meg
wouldn’t take one look at her new home and walk out. She might
think the woods would be cleaner.
“Beck?” Cian’s voice was weak and barely carried out of the
bedroom.
“I’m here, Ci.” Beck walked through the door and stared at the
room. It looked like someone had cleaned up in here. There were neat
piles of papers and books stacked around the room. More than likely
it had been Dante. Vampires tended to be a bit fastidious. If his cousin
had spent the night and this morning sitting at Cian’s bedside, he had
probably felt compelled to straighten up a bit.
The room was dim. All the shutters were closed. Beck walked to
the two small windows and tossed them open, letting the afternoon