Page 127 of Fang Fiction

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “Callum Yoo?”

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“Konstantin was right about you,” Tess breathed as Callum pushed her up against the wall of the entry to his townhouse, kissing his way down her neck. “You are violent.”

“But only in the best ways,” he growled, nipping at her earlobe.

The worst part about the witches allowing all the vampires to come back from the Isle was that pieces of shit like the one they’d just staked were roaming the streets of New York.

The best part was how much Callum liked killing them—and how much he loved sleeping with Tess after a fight.

“God, you look good.” He pushed her hair out of her face. “Why do you look so good?”

“Being in love suits me,” she murmured. He kissed her deeper, and his hands started to wander over the contours of her slippery dress…

“Hey!” She laughed. “What about my surprise? Or was the surprise just, you know?”

“Sex?” He grinned. “I mean, we’re definitely doing that, but I wouldn’t call it a surprise. This, on the other hand…”

He grabbed a thick envelope off the hall table and handed it to her.

“What is it?” She frowned.

“If I tell you, it’s not a surprise.”

“Smart ass.” She smacked his arm with the envelope.

“Ooh, nice one,” he teased. “Do it again. Harder.”

“Yeah, you like that?” She laughed. “Okay, let’s see what we have here…”

The paper of the envelope was thick and creamy. She tore it open and found two plane tickets to London—a night flight, of course.

“A trip?” she asked, her eyes lighting up. “I’ve never been to Europe.”

“I know.” He smiled. “But it’s actually a bit more than that. Keep going.”

She put the tickets down and reached back into the envelope—there was another, smaller envelope inside, letter-sized, embossed with the seal of the Royal Shakespeare Company.

“Callum.” Tess inhaled sharply. “What is this?”

“Read it.” He grinned. Her hands were shaking as she opened the envelope and removed the letter inside.

“Dear Ms. Rosenbloom,” she read aloud, “it is our pleasure to offer you a position as an assistant dramaturg and company researcher on this summer’s forthcoming production of Macbeth—”

She dropped the letter and leaped into Callum’s arms.

“How did you do this?!” she yelped, kissing him again and again.

“Your adviser helped.” He laughed, hugging her close. “I knew the right people to call, but she told them how special you are and how lucky they’d be to have you. I thought we could spend the summer together, if you like? I know it’ll be harder with the longer days, but you’ll be busy with the play, and it’ll rain plenty because it’s England, and I can show you where I grew up in London—”

“Oh my god, you don’t have to sell me! This is the best thing that’s ever happened in my entire life.”

She kissed him deeply, and he sighed with contentment.

“So you’re happy?” he asked.

She nodded, suddenly emotional. “Happier than I thought I’d ever be again.”

“I feel the same way,” he whispered.

“How soon do we leave?” she asked. “I didn’t even look at the date on the tickets.”

“Two weeks,” he said. “Is that all right?”

“Two weeks is good.” Tess nodded. “What are you doing between now and then?”

“Why?” he laughed. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” Tess said, “I got a text from Flora the other day complaining that we never come to visit her at the bar anymore. There are a lot of worlds we still haven’t seen…”

“Tess Rosenbloom.” Callum grinned. “What precisely are you suggesting?”

She kissed him again, her eyes glinting with excitement.

“Do you want to go have an adventure?”