Saved By Blood (The By Blood Vampire Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

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    Normally, if somebody told you that they lived on “that cream house” on Carriage Lane you would have no idea what he was talking about.  For Megan, in this instance, that was not the case.  She knew exactly which house he meant.  It was one of the most beautiful and intriguing houses in the city and she was pretty sure that half of New Orleans residents and the tourists as well were dying to get inside and take a look at it.
     
    Now she had her own personal invitation to do just that and there was a little voice inside screaming at her to just do it already!  It was a voice she wasn’t listening to, but it was pretty freaking hard to keep her self-control.  Megan had lived in a whole lot of different places in her almost thirty years and seen many different kinds of homes.  None of them had ever captured her imagination more than that huge romantic white house behind the wrought iron gates set far back from the road with the tangled garden encompassing it.
     
    It was a house that radiated mystery and a sense of somehow sorrowful romanticism and she felt herself drawn to it.  She would find reasons to walk by it to get to the places she needed to be, even if it meant taking the very long way.  She liked to be near it and to imagine who was inside and what those occupants’ story was. 
     
    Now she knew who at least one of those people was and he was giving her the invitation she needed to go exploring the home of her dreams.  Saying no to that one was rough, like a child waking up on Christmas morning, looking at his heap of presents under the tree, and then saying “no thanks, I think I’ll pass.”  Who the hell wanted to do a thing like that?!  She did it, but she was pissed about it the whole way home and by the time she was outside of her rundown, drug den-looking apartment building she had almost completely talked herself out of going up to her own place.
     
    There were so many reasons for her indecision that she couldn’t even begin to straighten them out inside of her own head.  Part of it was that she was still badly shaken up by her run in with those shitty men.  The idea of going upstairs and holing up inside of an apartment she was pretty sure a five year old could have broken into didn’t exactly sound appealing. 
     
    She could have called a friend and asked to stay with her, but she didn’t really have any friends.  Not in the city, not good enough friends to ask for something like that. There were a couple of girls she worked with at the diner who she was friendly with but not the kind of friendly where they shared anything about their lives. 
     
    Megan really didn’t do that with anybody.  She’d had enough tragedy in her life to make her skittish of people she didn’t know and the majority of the people she had grown up caring about were long gone.  But she didn’t want to think about that.  That was a story for another time.
     
    So there was still that fear and overblown anxiety that came from a traumatically stressful situation, and there was the mystery house calling out for her to come and explore.  And back behind those two very good reasons, there was Philip.  Philip, possibly the most arrogant man she had ever met (although who knew, maybe she was misjudging him, or at least that’s what she told herself), who was also without a doubt the most gorgeous man she had ever seen.
     
    The more she thought about it, the surer she was that he might actually be the most handsome man anybody had ever seen.  And she couldn’t get him out of her head.  It felt like it was actually getting worse, not better.  All she could see in her mind’s eye were his eyes and the little smirk he wore on his face.  She wanted to see him again.  She wanted to wipe that smirk off of his face, to break that cool and calm exterior he wore like a suit of armor. 
     
    The thing she would never admit, not to herself and sure as shit not to anybody else, was that she wanted