shit," I daringly release through my mocking laughter. "You're a speck in a world far larger than you. Interrupting your brazen, open kill was nothing but warranted in the eyes of everyone's councils. I pray someone caught it on tape, and then they'll exterminate you."
He shakes his head, smiling more. "If they saw me, they saw you. You might want to recant that last little bit."
My feigned confidence doesn't waver, and I keep the conversation below the register a human can hear. "The force I used was invisible. You had a girl bent backwards with your fangs dug in. All they'll see is you mysteriously flying backwards and me screaming for help as I rush to her body. Believe me, I've ran through it a time or two."
He snarls, his eyes sparking blue again and his fangs slip free.
"How about I just pick up with you where I left off with her?"
He smirks as he stands, acting as though he's about to prove he hasn't just made an empty threat. But then the door sounds out as new customers arrive, halting him from trying anything.
Thank God.
He snarls louder as he turns, and a wave of butterflies crash through my stomach when I see Kane and his friends walking in.
He smiles as he walks toward the counter, and then his smile falls when he sees the damn vampire still ready to rip my throat out.
"Hey," he says softly, his eyes returning to me and studying my face.
I try to seem casual, not wanting to give this fanged son of a bitch any ideas about going after Kane in order to get revenge on me.
"Hi," I say very professionally, showing indifference instead of pure lust. "What can I get you?"
He frowns, feeling my chilly demeanor, and then he shrugs. "Um, five coffees and a slice of pie each," he murmurs with a bit of disappointment.
I glance back to the night stalker, and then I head over to the coffee. He won't attack with eyes on us. He's in enough trouble as it is.
"I'll bring it to your table," I say with my back turned, and I hear a slight huff as Kane walks away.
"Thanks."
When I turn back, the night stalker is staring at me, slowly sipping his coffee, but I ignore him as I head over to Kane's table - the oversized corner booth. The girl who glared at me the night before is sitting by his side, her body touching his.
Maybe it's good I'm being cold. It seems he has someone already much too into him, and he obviously doesn't mind the attention, since he's sitting by her.
Without speaking, I pass out the coffee and pie, avoiding eye contact with Kane, and then I force an obligatory smile before wandering back behind the counter. They're too close for the night stalker to say more, so he continues to stare at me, trying to scare me.
This could get bad when we're alone, so I decide to text Frankie. I know he's still in town.
Night stalker in diner. Could use your help.
This will cement my mother's fear, and I know she'll be out here as soon as she's finished with the ceremonies.
Crap.
Almost instantly, the door swings open, and in walks Frankie. Kane's head turns to investigate, and he watches the night stalker watching me as Frankie takes a seat at his side.
I smirk as Frankie cracks his fingers, warming up to intimidate the fanged asshole. "I'll take some coffee, Miss."
I stifle a laugh, and I serve him his coffee as requested, my eyes studying the night stalker who is oblivious to the immortal on his side. Realizing we're out of cream, I head to the back to grab a fresh stash.
As I turn around, I gasp for air when I see a body standing too close. I sigh in relief when I see it's Kane.
"You keep scaring the shit out of me," I grumble, shoving him lightly, and he smirks.
"I was starting to wonder if you recognized me." He almost pouts, making me tingle in all the wrong places.
I can't fight my foolish grin, and then I roll my eyes. "I recognize you, but I'm at work."
He smiles as he leans over, and his arm presses against the wall over my head.
"Is that guy
He shakes his head, smiling more. "If they saw me, they saw you. You might want to recant that last little bit."
My feigned confidence doesn't waver, and I keep the conversation below the register a human can hear. "The force I used was invisible. You had a girl bent backwards with your fangs dug in. All they'll see is you mysteriously flying backwards and me screaming for help as I rush to her body. Believe me, I've ran through it a time or two."
He snarls, his eyes sparking blue again and his fangs slip free.
"How about I just pick up with you where I left off with her?"
He smirks as he stands, acting as though he's about to prove he hasn't just made an empty threat. But then the door sounds out as new customers arrive, halting him from trying anything.
Thank God.
He snarls louder as he turns, and a wave of butterflies crash through my stomach when I see Kane and his friends walking in.
He smiles as he walks toward the counter, and then his smile falls when he sees the damn vampire still ready to rip my throat out.
"Hey," he says softly, his eyes returning to me and studying my face.
I try to seem casual, not wanting to give this fanged son of a bitch any ideas about going after Kane in order to get revenge on me.
"Hi," I say very professionally, showing indifference instead of pure lust. "What can I get you?"
He frowns, feeling my chilly demeanor, and then he shrugs. "Um, five coffees and a slice of pie each," he murmurs with a bit of disappointment.
I glance back to the night stalker, and then I head over to the coffee. He won't attack with eyes on us. He's in enough trouble as it is.
"I'll bring it to your table," I say with my back turned, and I hear a slight huff as Kane walks away.
"Thanks."
When I turn back, the night stalker is staring at me, slowly sipping his coffee, but I ignore him as I head over to Kane's table - the oversized corner booth. The girl who glared at me the night before is sitting by his side, her body touching his.
Maybe it's good I'm being cold. It seems he has someone already much too into him, and he obviously doesn't mind the attention, since he's sitting by her.
Without speaking, I pass out the coffee and pie, avoiding eye contact with Kane, and then I force an obligatory smile before wandering back behind the counter. They're too close for the night stalker to say more, so he continues to stare at me, trying to scare me.
This could get bad when we're alone, so I decide to text Frankie. I know he's still in town.
Night stalker in diner. Could use your help.
This will cement my mother's fear, and I know she'll be out here as soon as she's finished with the ceremonies.
Crap.
Almost instantly, the door swings open, and in walks Frankie. Kane's head turns to investigate, and he watches the night stalker watching me as Frankie takes a seat at his side.
I smirk as Frankie cracks his fingers, warming up to intimidate the fanged asshole. "I'll take some coffee, Miss."
I stifle a laugh, and I serve him his coffee as requested, my eyes studying the night stalker who is oblivious to the immortal on his side. Realizing we're out of cream, I head to the back to grab a fresh stash.
As I turn around, I gasp for air when I see a body standing too close. I sigh in relief when I see it's Kane.
"You keep scaring the shit out of me," I grumble, shoving him lightly, and he smirks.
"I was starting to wonder if you recognized me." He almost pouts, making me tingle in all the wrong places.
I can't fight my foolish grin, and then I roll my eyes. "I recognize you, but I'm at work."
He smiles as he leans over, and his arm presses against the wall over my head.
"Is that guy
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