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because we haven’t run
across our own kind during our travels?”
She shook her head. “I’m mated now. Things
are different.”
“They’re only different if we choose for them
to be,” Tamar said. “If you’re wondering about us finding our own
mates, we will when the time is right. I’ve always felt like I
found you – we all found each other – because of fate.”
Bridge nodded. “You don’t fuck with
fate.”
She sighed in relief. “I just don’t want you
to stay with me, with the band, because you think I’d be upset. I
want you all to be happy.”
“We’re all happy. We’d tell you if we
weren’t,” Tamar pointed out.
“Things are different than they were when we
first started out in the band. I’m more in control of my powers,
and now that we have a home base, we don’t have to be nomads. I
wouldn’t blame you for leaving, but I’m thrilled you’re
staying.”
For the next hour, she and her friends
discussed Fang21 and the band. As the new house band, they would
plan to perform two shows on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights.
She would only sing one show each night, and the boys would carry
on without her for the second show.
“Your hair is looking very blue. Are you
singing to Mishka?” Bridge asked.
“I did after we bonded.” She wrapped a lock
of hair around her finger and pulled it forward so she could look
at it. The blue was starting to fade slightly, but singing to
Mishka, with the strong emotions she felt from him because of their
beloved bond, had given her a boost she hadn’t expected. “Feeding
from him is like being supercharged.”
“How does he need to feed now that you’re
beloveds?” Tamar asked.
“Just once a week from me, and he’ll use
donated blood or SyBl the other nights.”
“What the hell is SyBl?” Wyst asked.
“It’s the brand name of the synthetic blood
they use.”
He arched a dark brow. “It sounds like a band
name.”
“Sorry, you’re stuck with Fluffy Venom.”
All three males wrinkled their noses. Even
though they knew why she picked the name, they’d never been on
board with it. Not that she had cared, frankly. It was her band,
and she claimed naming rights. Both were the names of her childhood
pets: Fluffy, a hairless cat who liked to steal Harmony’s stuffed
animals, and Venom, the guard dog her mother had secured when their
home had been burglarized. Venom, although he looked tough, was
scared of his own shadow. Fluffy was more likely to strike fear
into the hearts of intruders with her too-big ears and yellow
eyes.
“It will be nice to be the permanent house
band,” Bridge said. “We haven’t had a real home in years.”
She and her band had been together for ten
years, since she reached the pinnacle of her power at age twenty.
She’d still been learning how to use her power, and they’d been
really supportive of her all along the way. She was fortunate to
have found three guys who were musically talented and got along so
well.
“Cella said the club is open from sunset to
one hour before dawn. Every member of the coven works at the club
in one way or another, from handling deliveries to working the bar.
The club also employs humans, mostly as food.”
“Food?” Wyst asked.
“ Food is the term the vamps give
humans who sell their blood.”
“Sounds like prostitution,” he said.
She shrugged. “They get paid really well. The
club pays them a flat-rate nightly salary, and they agree to allow
at least one vampire to feed from them each night they work. They
wear white shirts, and the club employs a ribbon system, which the
food wears to indicate which part of the body they want to be fed
off of, like their necks or their wrists.”
Bridge’s brow arched. “What other spots would
there be?”
“Inner thigh,” she said, “but it’s my
understanding that feeding from the inner thigh is reserved for
mated couples because it’s so intimate.”
She couldn’t imagine getting paid to let a
stranger
across our own kind during our travels?”
She shook her head. “I’m mated now. Things
are different.”
“They’re only different if we choose for them
to be,” Tamar said. “If you’re wondering about us finding our own
mates, we will when the time is right. I’ve always felt like I
found you – we all found each other – because of fate.”
Bridge nodded. “You don’t fuck with
fate.”
She sighed in relief. “I just don’t want you
to stay with me, with the band, because you think I’d be upset. I
want you all to be happy.”
“We’re all happy. We’d tell you if we
weren’t,” Tamar pointed out.
“Things are different than they were when we
first started out in the band. I’m more in control of my powers,
and now that we have a home base, we don’t have to be nomads. I
wouldn’t blame you for leaving, but I’m thrilled you’re
staying.”
For the next hour, she and her friends
discussed Fang21 and the band. As the new house band, they would
plan to perform two shows on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights.
She would only sing one show each night, and the boys would carry
on without her for the second show.
“Your hair is looking very blue. Are you
singing to Mishka?” Bridge asked.
“I did after we bonded.” She wrapped a lock
of hair around her finger and pulled it forward so she could look
at it. The blue was starting to fade slightly, but singing to
Mishka, with the strong emotions she felt from him because of their
beloved bond, had given her a boost she hadn’t expected. “Feeding
from him is like being supercharged.”
“How does he need to feed now that you’re
beloveds?” Tamar asked.
“Just once a week from me, and he’ll use
donated blood or SyBl the other nights.”
“What the hell is SyBl?” Wyst asked.
“It’s the brand name of the synthetic blood
they use.”
He arched a dark brow. “It sounds like a band
name.”
“Sorry, you’re stuck with Fluffy Venom.”
All three males wrinkled their noses. Even
though they knew why she picked the name, they’d never been on
board with it. Not that she had cared, frankly. It was her band,
and she claimed naming rights. Both were the names of her childhood
pets: Fluffy, a hairless cat who liked to steal Harmony’s stuffed
animals, and Venom, the guard dog her mother had secured when their
home had been burglarized. Venom, although he looked tough, was
scared of his own shadow. Fluffy was more likely to strike fear
into the hearts of intruders with her too-big ears and yellow
eyes.
“It will be nice to be the permanent house
band,” Bridge said. “We haven’t had a real home in years.”
She and her band had been together for ten
years, since she reached the pinnacle of her power at age twenty.
She’d still been learning how to use her power, and they’d been
really supportive of her all along the way. She was fortunate to
have found three guys who were musically talented and got along so
well.
“Cella said the club is open from sunset to
one hour before dawn. Every member of the coven works at the club
in one way or another, from handling deliveries to working the bar.
The club also employs humans, mostly as food.”
“Food?” Wyst asked.
“ Food is the term the vamps give
humans who sell their blood.”
“Sounds like prostitution,” he said.
She shrugged. “They get paid really well. The
club pays them a flat-rate nightly salary, and they agree to allow
at least one vampire to feed from them each night they work. They
wear white shirts, and the club employs a ribbon system, which the
food wears to indicate which part of the body they want to be fed
off of, like their necks or their wrists.”
Bridge’s brow arched. “What other spots would
there be?”
“Inner thigh,” she said, “but it’s my
understanding that feeding from the inner thigh is reserved for
mated couples because it’s so intimate.”
She couldn’t imagine getting paid to let a
stranger
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