Page 51 of The Slayer Seduction

I don’t respond to him, because he’s the worst, and instead, pet Scarlett.

“We will come up with a plan, indeed.”

She licks me once more, before bouncing up to the bed, running in a circle five times, and then curling up into a ball next to our witch. I stare at them lovingly for a few moments. If I want this peace, I’ll need to figure something out.

Either I need to find some magic to quell my blood lust or unfortunately, Adam might be right. I’d need to become more particular with my hits and work alongside vampires.

The thought makes acid come up my throat, but I ignore the feeling. Today started off awful, but this has been progress. The book is not in the wrong hands. Iris has agreed that we’ll start over, and I’m still alive and in her presence.

Scarlett is right, and there’s no doubt that this will be my most difficult cycle yet, as well as my most rewarding.

Iris taps on her phone. I still don’t truly understand all that it can do. She’s described it as a handheld computer, but I don’t really know what that means. My last cycle, the biggest mortal achievements were the steam engine and the telegraph.

“What’s wrong?” I ask as she frowns at her phone.

“Ember hasn’t texted me back in a while,” she says solemnly.

I keep my thoughts to myself about how I dislike her friend or her mate. Who would ever accept a mate like a vampire?

“Maybe she has reverted her sleep schedule for her bloodsucker,” I say and Iris magically wafts a pillow at me. “It was just a thought.”

“I just hope everything is okay.”

“I’m sure it will be,” I tell her, and she gives me a small smile. “Let’s work on the puzzle.”

She agrees, though she has her phone face up and glances at it now and then to check in on her friend.

I’ve gotten way better at this puzzle making business. We’re nearly done with this one and Iris said she ordered another one online, whatever that means.

We’ve only got a handful of pieces left to place when Iris jolts from her chair and her heartbeat increases to a worrisome level.

“What is it?”

“Fuck. I can’t portal this far,” she says, staring at the phone, not answering me. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

“What is it?” I’m panicking as I look at my mate and she hands me her phone. “I don’t understand.”

It’s a series of images that make little sense and it mentions needing back up and someone named Oz and him giving Adam’s parents the spell book. The last thing is an address located in New Orleans.

“I know where that is,” Adam says in my head. “We could teleport there.”

“There’s a lot of vampires there,” Iris says and I glance down at the phone again. Ah, that’s what those are, a series of vampires and stakes. The thought makes me chuckle internally. Now is not a time to laugh. “There’s no way we’ll be able to make it in time.”

“Release me from my vow. I’ll teleport us and save your friend.”

Iris looks at me in shock. “You can teleport?”

“Of course, all slayers can.”

“You can’t hurt Warin, his progeny, or his team, Ember's safety is the priority.”

“I vow it,” I tell her, even though the idea of leaving some vampires alive is disgusting.

“I release you from your containment vow,” Iris says, wand in hand as she whispers the words. The sensation of the vow releasing me is euphoric as I grab her by the waist and teleport us right to the venue based solely on Adam’s memory.

“Stay here,” I demand from Iris, hiding her under a desk. “Spell yourself to stay hidden.”

Her eyes are wide, but she agrees. Once I’m out of her view, I take a deep inhale, and it’s fucking glorious. The scent of dead vampires has me desperate to drag a stake through more of them. I haven’t had time to fashion my rune decorated stakes, instead I grab one of the plain and boring discarded stakes that lies on the floor.