In all fairness, I should’ve seen that coming. Werewolves were significantly more violent than the average human. Or vampire.
I tried to recover. “Well, I don’t. I get my revenge through strongly-worded emails and the occasional tense discussion.”
The goon’s eyes remained narrow. “Don’t get comfortable. Maverick will meet with you next.”
Might as well get my inevitable death over with.
“Alright,” I said.
Goon #1 moved to my desk neighbor.
“Bloomdoesalways go with the peaceful approach,” Carter put in. He was a few years older than me and tall for a human, with dark eyes, curly black hair, and olive skin. He was clumsy, and ridiculously sweet.
If I hadn’t been a vampire, I might’ve been interested in him at some point. Because I was, I knew he would hate me if he found out the truth.
And I needed to mate with another vampire if I ever wanted a permanent blood source. Which I did.
A fact which my mother knew and constantly used to set me up on surprise dates with the four single male vampires in the city. One of which was Velour, the asshat who my best friend was in an enemies-with-benefits situation with.
The dates had been annoying before, but I had much bigger problems now. I’d take an awkward dinner with a vampire over an interview with an Alpha any day.
“She spends every day chasing him for information and signatures. The last fine the company was hit with because of him was over five million dollars,” Carter added.
The goon didn’t look impressed by Carter’s attempt to defend me. “Give me your list.”
He sighed as he handed it over. “She didn’t do it. She’s not capable of hurting someone.”
Guilt tightened my lower belly.
Sure, I’d trained myself not to be violent, but it was literally my nature.
And I was most definitely capable of hurting someone. The fangs constantly waiting to descend could attest to that.
The goon moved on.
Carter whispered, “I’m sorry.”
I gave him a small smile that I hoped said I didn’t blame him.
I didn’t.
Ididbelong at the top of his list.
The goons continuedto make their rounds.
I tried to keep myself busy with paperwork, but my gaze still kept flicking to the clock every minute or so.
10:21
10:22
10:23
Was my clock broken?
I liked the idea of that a lot more than the possibility that time was actually moving so slowly.
10:24
