He looked like a human version of Maverick, with orange hair, light, freckled skin, and an average build. He was a vampire, but like me, not one that looked special.
His personality was what bugged me. He was so… nice. Too nice. It was probably messed up that I even thought that. But he was nice to the point where sarcasm offended him, which made conversations between us endlessly awkward, because I couldn’t shut my sarcasm off.
At least Velour wasn’t there. I wouldn’t have been able to act normal around him.
I didn’t see Timber either, but that was typical. He was careful to leave when I got there. We had a history, and avoided each other for the most part outside of meeting up to fuck once or twice a year.
Screwing humans wasn’t completely safe, as Velour had just proven, so my ex was the only person I could really turn to for that. Unless I wanted to screw someone I liked even less.
Like Green.
“Hey, Bloom.” Green fell into step beside me as I beelined it toward a human guy with a red wristband. I remembered the human for not being weird after I bit him a few times.
Some of them got weird. I avoided those ones.
“Hi, Green.”
“Is there anything I can do to help? I heard about your werewolf problem.”
“I’m sure everyone did. It’s a small Guild.” And a smaller group of vampires.
“My mom thinks sealing a mate bond with me would break whatever connection exists between you and the Alpha,” he said.
“Yeah, it probably would.”
“We could do it here and now.” He sounded way too cheery as he offered me his hand.
I took a giant step away. “If you touch me, mywerewolf problemis going to kill you.”
Green grimaced. “If we were bonded, I don’t think he?—”
“He thinks I’m his soulmate, and he absolutely would even if you and I were bonded. Werewolves are really possessive.”
“Alright. Just let me know if you change your mind.”
I might actually rather mate with Maverick than Green if I had to pick one.
Holy fuck, that was a dark situation to imagine myself in.
“Bye.” I took a seat next to the human I recognized. His name was… Kyle. Or Lyle? No, I was pretty sure it was Kyle. He was a good one.
He wordlessly offered me his arm. Like many of the humans did, he knew I didn’t play with my food like some of the other vampires.
Poem and Velour must’ve screwed their way through most of the humans in the Guild at that point. There was a decent chance Green had, too. He was just quieter about it.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Any time.”
I sank my teeth into his vein, and nearly gagged at the bitter taste of his blood.
Not vanilla.
Definitely not vanilla.
That wasn’t his fault. It was Maverick’s. I hadn’t even tasted the werewolf, and I was already addicted.
I managed to get the first mouthful down, which made the second a little easier to swallow. It was a struggle, but I slowly managed to keep feeding through the timer that let us know we’d taken enough.
