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Which, she decided as she shuffled in her socks toward the entrance to her apartment, was exactly what she planned on doing once she kicked him out again.
Bracing her forehead against the wooden door, she snapped, “Go away, Eddie.”
“Who the hell is Eddie?”
Not the person on the other side of the door, obviously.
Tabby reached up on her tiptoes, peering out of the peephole. The angle was weird, the glass distorted, but she thought she caught a glimpse of oversized black sunglasses covering half of a man’s face.
No. Not man.
Nightwalker.
What was he doing out there?
Suddenly awake, she fumbled with the chain lock at the top of the door. It was like it was stuck, or maybe she was just so frazzled knowing Adam was out there. Frustrated, she nearly ripped the lock off its hinge before remembering that she was subletting the place. Taking a deep breath, she settled herself, finally unlocked the door, and swung it in.
“Adam?”
“Hey, Tabitha. Can I come in?”
Nightwalkers didn’t need permission to enter a dwelling—something else pop culture got way wrong—but Adam stood in the doorway, one arm braced against the side, obviously waiting for her answer.
“Um. Sure.” Stepping aside, she invited him in. “And it’s Tabby. Remember?”
“Tabby. Of course.”
She stared at him. Shit. He’d swapped his sweats for a pair of dark blue jeans that molded to his thick thighs, highlighting his tight ass as he sidled past her. Even better, he was wearing a black t-shirt that showed off his broad shoulders and those corded forearms… unf.
If it was possible, he looked even better tonight than he did the last time she saw him. And since she couldn’t stop thinking about his bite these last few days, that was saying something. Tabby had almost convinced herself that she’d let her lady parts remember him more fondly than he deserved.
Nope.
Adam Wright was gorgeous.
And she was in even bigger trouble than before.
“Didn’t expect to see you again.”
He ran his hand through his slicked-back hair, a frown pulling on his lush lips. She could see the points of his fangs peeking out from under his top lip. Fledgling, hardly an inch long, but fangs all the same.
And he wasn’t even trying to hide them.
Interesting.
This Nightwalker was always so interesting.
And then he admitted, “I didn’t want to come back here. Trust me. But… I think you might be my only hope.”
Well, that wasn’t a blow to her pride or anything.
“Why’s that?”
He glanced over at her. Tabby could just about make out her reflection in the mirror lenses on his dark sunglasses. “Because you’re a slayer.”
And the hits keep coming. Not as if she’d forgotten how epically she already screwed up by telling him what she was. But did he have to remind her?
Tabby wanted to blame it on the lingering headache and her lack of sleep when she said snappishly, “What about it? And make it quick, champ. It’s almost dawn.”
