Page 62 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

Was it worth another fight?

Not really.

Plus, it was 2 AM.

So, I headed out to the garage and turned the van on.

My mind was still on the penitentiary as I struggled with the navigation screen, but I managed to find the nearest convenience store that was open twenty-four hours.

Dante's voice rolled through the bond between our minds as I got to the store.

"Where the fuck are you?" Dante asked me mentally, his voice groggy. "And why aren't you answering your phone?"

I looked down at the cupholder.

Nope. Definitely no phone there.

"I went to the store for more paper and tape. Forgot the phone. Get out of my head." I tried to mentally shove the thin wall that now existed between our minds, but the damn thing didn't budge. It was unshoveable.

"Did you look in the studio? The moving team told me they put all of your work stuff in there."

I paused.

Considered it.

Nope. Definitely hadn't checked the whole studio.

Oops.

I couldn't just go home and hope for the best, though. It was a twenty-minute drive. If I didn't find the paper and tape when I got there, I'd have to come back.

"Go back to sleep. I'm fine. I'll be home in twenty minutes," I said.

He grumbled. "Don't leave the house in the middle of the night, Ophelia."

"I'm a terrifying fallen angel. I'll be fine."

"Did you bring money?"

I blinked.

I... had not.

Shit.

"I'll be there in a few minutes. Just stay in the car."

I didn't reply to him.

Instead, I opened the center console, hoping by some miracle that someone had left a few dollars in there.

I had no luck with that, either.

But I wasn't just going to sit on my ass and wait for my knight in shining armor. So, I headed inside to grab everything I needed.

At least I'd be ready to go when he got there.

I grabbed a pack of printer paper, and was comparing the price and amount of two different rolls of tape when Dante showed up. He was wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweats, and his locs were tied up in a massive bun on top of his head.