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such as lovely as yourself.”
His kind touch and passionate eyes warmed her and she smiled. So what if he and Corey were gay? They seemed like honest people with compassionate hearts. Perfect neighbors.
Sylvia rose fast and knocked the table. Alexi’s glass of wine tipped toward her. She reached for it, but caught it too late. The red fluid spilled down her white shirt and onto skirt. Holding the empty glass in her hands, she looked at Sylvia.
“I’m so sorry.” Sylvia’s lips twitched as she tried to hide her devilish grin.
Alexi’s fangs shot down. She tightened her grasp on the glass and it shattered. Shards fell on the table and floor. If the bitch wanted to play rough, Alexi would accommodate her.
7
Greg held Alexi’s injured hand as he led her to the bathroom. She didn’t appear to be bleeding badly, yet the coppery smell of her blood was strong. He picked up the scent immediately after she’d squished the wineglass in her hand as if it were nothing. Alexi appeared so beautiful and fragile, but truth be known, she had more strength than he did, not that the little detail bothered him.
Reaching the ladies restroom, he kicked the door open. The pink-and-black tiled lavatory was empty. He quickly ushered Alexi into the room and placed her hand in the sink. Drops of blood colored the white porcelain.
“I can handle this,” Alexi said.
He twisted the faucet handle and water splashed into the basin. “You could have a piece of glass stuck in your hand.”
Alexi stuck her hand in the water. “Don’t worry, I don’t have any glass in me. It’s okay.”
She sounded amazingly calm for a vampire who’d been tempted into a brawl by a demon. Her composure impressed Greg. She had looked ready to jump across the table and kill Sylvia after she broke the glass. Instead, she excused herself to clean up her attire.
“I can’t believe what she did.” He mumbled in frustration. Sylvia was a pest, but he never thought she would’ve acted so inappropriately toward Alexi. She could’ve accidently bumped the table, but somehow Greg didn’t believe it since her action occurred after he’d touched Alexi’s hand. Was Sylvia jealous? But why? They weren’t lovers. Hell, they weren’t friends. They were neighbors, and not even close ones.
“I can believe it. Demons are lowlife scum wanting to create chaos and trouble wherever they are. They’re just as bad as self-indulgent men.”
He lifted his gaze to the mirror. “Sounds like you’ve had a run-in or two with a demon before, or perhaps a bad boyfriend.”
“Both.”
Noticing the water in the sink running clear, he peered at her hand. He lifted it and rubbed his fingers over her palm. The skin felt smooth and without a single cut, but he spotted little pink marks. “You’re healed?”
“Probably. The cuts were small.”
He reached for the dispenser and tugged two paper towels. “Got to love our ability to heal.” He handed the towels to her and grabbed a few more.
“It’s definitely a perk.” She patted her hands with the towels.
“You handled the situation well. For a moment, I thought I might witness a catfight.”
“I came close, very close. Then I took a glimpse around the room and changed my mind. I just moved here. I don’t need trouble. But if we’d been alone, you bet I would have attacked.”
“I’ve never seen her act that way before.”
“I sensed she likes you, a lot.”
He tossed his towels in the trash. “She flirts with me all the time, and I keep pushing her away. I’ve told her I’m not interested.”
“Oh? Well then I think you have a problem.” Alexi faced the mirror and expression soured. “Shit!” She lowered her chin and gazed down. “My clothes are ruined.”
“Oh…” Greg immediately began unbuttoning his shirt. “You should take off your clothes. We can wet them down in the sink. It might prevent the wine from staining.”
“Good idea.”
Alexi tugged her blouse free
His kind touch and passionate eyes warmed her and she smiled. So what if he and Corey were gay? They seemed like honest people with compassionate hearts. Perfect neighbors.
Sylvia rose fast and knocked the table. Alexi’s glass of wine tipped toward her. She reached for it, but caught it too late. The red fluid spilled down her white shirt and onto skirt. Holding the empty glass in her hands, she looked at Sylvia.
“I’m so sorry.” Sylvia’s lips twitched as she tried to hide her devilish grin.
Alexi’s fangs shot down. She tightened her grasp on the glass and it shattered. Shards fell on the table and floor. If the bitch wanted to play rough, Alexi would accommodate her.
7
Greg held Alexi’s injured hand as he led her to the bathroom. She didn’t appear to be bleeding badly, yet the coppery smell of her blood was strong. He picked up the scent immediately after she’d squished the wineglass in her hand as if it were nothing. Alexi appeared so beautiful and fragile, but truth be known, she had more strength than he did, not that the little detail bothered him.
Reaching the ladies restroom, he kicked the door open. The pink-and-black tiled lavatory was empty. He quickly ushered Alexi into the room and placed her hand in the sink. Drops of blood colored the white porcelain.
“I can handle this,” Alexi said.
He twisted the faucet handle and water splashed into the basin. “You could have a piece of glass stuck in your hand.”
Alexi stuck her hand in the water. “Don’t worry, I don’t have any glass in me. It’s okay.”
She sounded amazingly calm for a vampire who’d been tempted into a brawl by a demon. Her composure impressed Greg. She had looked ready to jump across the table and kill Sylvia after she broke the glass. Instead, she excused herself to clean up her attire.
“I can’t believe what she did.” He mumbled in frustration. Sylvia was a pest, but he never thought she would’ve acted so inappropriately toward Alexi. She could’ve accidently bumped the table, but somehow Greg didn’t believe it since her action occurred after he’d touched Alexi’s hand. Was Sylvia jealous? But why? They weren’t lovers. Hell, they weren’t friends. They were neighbors, and not even close ones.
“I can believe it. Demons are lowlife scum wanting to create chaos and trouble wherever they are. They’re just as bad as self-indulgent men.”
He lifted his gaze to the mirror. “Sounds like you’ve had a run-in or two with a demon before, or perhaps a bad boyfriend.”
“Both.”
Noticing the water in the sink running clear, he peered at her hand. He lifted it and rubbed his fingers over her palm. The skin felt smooth and without a single cut, but he spotted little pink marks. “You’re healed?”
“Probably. The cuts were small.”
He reached for the dispenser and tugged two paper towels. “Got to love our ability to heal.” He handed the towels to her and grabbed a few more.
“It’s definitely a perk.” She patted her hands with the towels.
“You handled the situation well. For a moment, I thought I might witness a catfight.”
“I came close, very close. Then I took a glimpse around the room and changed my mind. I just moved here. I don’t need trouble. But if we’d been alone, you bet I would have attacked.”
“I’ve never seen her act that way before.”
“I sensed she likes you, a lot.”
He tossed his towels in the trash. “She flirts with me all the time, and I keep pushing her away. I’ve told her I’m not interested.”
“Oh? Well then I think you have a problem.” Alexi faced the mirror and expression soured. “Shit!” She lowered her chin and gazed down. “My clothes are ruined.”
“Oh…” Greg immediately began unbuttoning his shirt. “You should take off your clothes. We can wet them down in the sink. It might prevent the wine from staining.”
“Good idea.”
Alexi tugged her blouse free
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