Mercy's Debt (Montgomery's Vampires Series Book One) Read Online Free PDF

suggesting? What was this Dignitary place? For all I knew, the guy could be a psychopath. Anyone with a few bucks could have fancy business cards printed up. I’d have to be pretty desperate to even consider his offer.
    S adly, I kind of was.
    “ You would probably enjoy yourself while you were at it,” he called after me.
    I quickened my pace, but the fortress of sweaty drunks waiting for cocktails reared violently against my efforts.
    “I’ll take your word fo r it,” I called without turning around.
    “ Call me if you change your mind. No pressure.”
    “Don’t hold your breath,” I called back. I whipped my hair over my shoulder, feeling like a badass vamp in an old black and white movie. I contemplated yelling “Well, I never!” but I thought it would be overkill.
    After about two solid minutes of struggling, I was finally able to wiggle my way through a wormhole in the crowd, which I realize was the lamest dramatic exit in the history of dramatic exits. To add insult to injury, the overzealous mob tossed me like a beach ball, and I slammed into a guy holding a pitcher of beer. The beer slopped down the front of his shirt, and he was angry.
    Then he realized who I was.
    “Hey! Top Titty!” he yelled, clapping me hard on the back with his clammy hand. I flashed him a pained smile, contemplating just how long it would take to drown myself if I put my face in his pitcher.
    I finally made my way to the restroom just as Liz emerged from the double doors. She looked ready to commit homicide.
    “Hey, sorry it took so long . The line took for-ever ,” she grumbled, wiping her wet hands on her designer skinny jeans. “I don’t understand what these bitches find so damn complicated. You go into a stall, drop your pants, take a piss, and get the hell out of there. I could hardly get in the door. There’s, like, a hundred chicks crowding around the mirror. One of them elbowed me in the ribs!”
    I tried to interject my two cents, but Liz was on a roll.
    “ Sorry, girlfriend, but just because you put on your best ‘come fuck me’ red lipstick, it doesn’t make you a sexpot. Elbow me in the ribs all you want, but it still won’t change the fact that nobody wants to sleep with your skank ass. Nobody .”
    I almost felt s orry for the invisible woman Liz was berating. “Geez,” I raised my eyebrows at her. “Somebody is in a bad mood. You are aware that I’m the only one standing here, right?” I shook my finger at her like a matron. “Tsk-tsk, young lady. You be nice, now.”
    “ Sorry,” she said with chagrin. “I don’t know why I even bother going out to these meat markets. Every time I do, I just get fired up about all the wasted girls crunching on my toes with their high heels, and end up spending half the night bitching about how loud the music is.” She looked shamefaced. “Is it sad that I’d rather be at home, curled up with a good book and a glass of wine? God, when did I get so old ?”
    “I’m right there with you, Grannie,” I said. “I’d happily choose a blanket and a book over this any day.”
    “Come on! W e can’t be the only ones who feel this way. Look at this place! It’s a total sausage fest. How could anyone find this appealing?” She laughed self-consciously, rolling her eyes.
    I looked around at t he sea of men sporting thick chain necklaces, uneven spray tans, and rhinestone-encrusted t-shirts with ironically-faded tattoo detailing. “Let’s get out of here, then,” I suggested.
    “But we haven’t even had a drink,” she sulked.
    “Fuck it,” I said, grabbing her hand. “Let’ s just go. We can grab a bottle of wine on the way home.”
    “Sounds good to me. Hey, what’s this,” she asked, pulling the crumpled card from my fingers.
    “Oh, some creeper gave me his business card while I was waiting for a drink, which,” I said, making jazz hands, “obviously, I never received.” I smiled drolly, placing a hand on my hip. “Seriously, who do you have