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CHAPTER3
Henry
Britney cocks her head to the side and looks up at me curiously at my cryptic statement. I don't elaborate further. My words certainly do have a double meaning, though. She will see soon enough because one thing I know about Glenda is that she sees the past, present, and future, and she's never failed to make any and all three known.
While my primary reason for bringing Britney to my seer is to find out what the Department is really up to, I'm also burning to know if Glenda is going to see what every instinct in my body is already telling me—that Britney is fated to be mine.
"Almost there, little one," I reassure her as we turn down the last corridor leading to where my seer lives.
I realize that not every vampire has their own personal seer. In fact, most vampires don't get along with those of Glenda's ilk, but we struck up a deal many years ago. I can recognize the benefits of having one with her talents in my midst.
"Here we are," I tell Britney as we finally reach Glenda's door. I give a perfunctory knock.
Glenda opens the door almost immediately, looking completely unsurprised to see us there. She no doubt already knew we were coming. That's her way.
I glance over at Britney and see her eyes widen when she takes in my seer. Contrary to what many people believe seers to look like, Glenda is far from an old hag. On the contrary, she's a redheaded vixen who oozes sensuality from every pore of her body.
"Henry," she purrs up at me like she always does. I feel Britney stiffen beside me and have to fight back a smug smirk. Is my little one jealous? Selfish being that I am, it pleases me to no end to think that she might be jealous and territorial of me already.
Yet another sign that she might really be my mate.
I merely nod down at Glenda respectfully. While the seer has made it no secret that she would gladly take me to bed if I desired it, I've never succumbed to her charms.Her type of experienced charm isn't what I crave anyway, I can't help thinking as I glance over at Britney and her shining, youthful innocence.
Linda's eyes follow my gaze, and she smiles knowingly. A flicker of hope takes flight in my chest. Has she already seen that Britney is meant to be mine, or is that knowing look just because she can sense that I want the little human?
It could honestly be either coming from Glenda, although I hope it's the former rather than the latter.
"Who is this pretty little morsel?" Glenda asks, her eyes trained on Britney.
Britney apparently misinterprets the way Glenda calls her a morsel because she takes a step back, bumping into my chest. I place a hand on her hip to steady her and feel a slight tremble go through her at my touch. Sparks fly through my own body like a match on kerosene.
I feel it too, little one.
Before I can answer Glenda, she answers her own question in a blatant display of her skill. "Britney Cavill, vampire slayer for the Department of Paranormal Entities." Glenda's painted red lips turn up into a slight sneer when she speaks the Department's name. Yeah, she doesn't fancy them very much either. That's one thing we have in common and another reason why I chose her to work with.
"Yes," Britney answers evenly while straightening her back and stepping away from me.
"Henry said you might be able to help us."
I look on in amusement as Britney attempts to take charge of this entire thing. Such a fearless little thing, my human, and she looks completely adorable trying to be all brave and in charge. Glenda raises a humorous eyebrow at her before she looks up at me, obviously sharing my sentiments.
I try to keep my face impassive as I meet Glenda's gaze, though I suspect I can't keep the pride off my visage.
"Right this way then, dears." Glenda steps back and lets us into her space. Whereas her appearance might not be that of a traditional seer, her furnishings certainly are. She has sheer curtains adorned with little bead fringes hanging up everywhere as well as several orbs on stands and other little mystical-looking trinkets scattered about.
"I see your efforts to kill Henry have failed," Glenda calls back over her shoulder as she leads us over to her little intimate round table.
I hold the seat open for Britney and then push her in whenever she's seated. I allow my hand the lightest brush against her shoulder and hear her sharp intake of breath, though she doesn't look at me or make any comment on the motion.
My own chest tightens at that small, forbidden contact. There's no way Britney's not my fated mate—not with the way my body reacts to every glance and touch from her, but it'll still feel good to hear Glenda confirm it and to see the look on Britney's face when she hears it.
Britney doesn't answer Glenda. Instead, her lips press into a thin line as if the woman is challenging her vampire slaying skills—which Glenda might be—but it's a good thing Britney didn't succeed in her quest to kill me because she would have killed the wrong person. I didn't murder her parents and I know she wants to hold the guilty party accountable.
"So, what do we do now?" Britney asks when we're all seated around the table.
Glenda shushes her by holding up a finger as she begins to gaze deeply into the ball on her table. I have to fight from rolling my eyes. Glenda is doing this all for show purely for Britney's benefit because I know damn well she doesn't get her visions from that ball. Anything Glenda sees she sees within her mind.
But I'm not going to deprive my old seer of her kicks. She never gets to read for anyone anymore since I took her off the market and use her solely for my purposes. And I haven't even been by for any of her advice in a good while.
