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Being a new vampire is difficult until you get a feel for it. You can forget your strength, lose your senses around blood, and cause a lot of chaos around humans. Having this level of focus is good and gives me hope that the next human Wren sinks her teeth into will walk away.
News of the B.O.L.O. for Spencer reached us the night after she got her memory back. Charlee had called some of our local coven who cleaned the scene at Spencer’s place. No body, no blood, no crime. Now with him missing and Wren’s body not surfacing in the lake, they are operating under the possibility that he has done something to her. They’d never suspect it is quite the opposite.
The local news stations have all picked up the story, and neighbors report hearing the yelling, crying, and sounds of the abuse. Yet none of them could ever be bothered to check on her? To call the police? Pathetic. She insists it was a rare occurrence, though part of me wonders if she hides the worst of it. If that is the case, I’ll let her keep her secret, she never needs to worry about that happening again. One less waste of space on this Earth, as far as I am concerned.
Leland has sent word that he will be returning home soon, and I am anxious for him to meet my beloved. We might as well be married. Now that we have found each other, there isn’t a force strong enough on this planet other than an unlikely death to keep us apart.
There is just one thing we need to do to get our happily-ever-after.
Tame Wren’s blood lust.
Charlee felt personally responsible for what happened the other night, noting that she should have kept a closer eye on Wren.
Wren, on the other hand, would hear none of Charlee’s apology.
“I told you I was good. I thought I could handle it, and I think if I hadn’t caught his scent, everything would have been fine.” She’s doing better now. She can at least talk about it without sending a knee-buckling wave of shame pouring through our bond.
I agree with Charlee.
She took responsibility for Wren and let her down.
If something worse had happened– if I had somehow lost Wren, I don’t think I would ever be able to forgive her.
Fortunately, everything has turned out fine, and I’ve made my peace.
We haven’t felt comfortable trying with another human so quickly after Spencer. Now that a week has passed, Wren has her memory, and she drinks from blood bags every day; I want to take her out. We will go to a club in Callery to show her how we hunt humans, and there will be a more prominent vampire presence to help offset everything.
Charlee has ever so kindly volunteered to do Wren’s hair and makeup and select her outfit for this evening. Rolando will come with us, and with the two of them, we should be able to clean up any messes if Wren makes one.
“I still don’t like it,” she says, sitting in a chair as Charlee works on her face. “What if I freak out in front of a bunch of people and eat someone?”
“Then Oz and Rolando will lock down the room, and we will compel everyone to forget.” Charlee sounds aloof, like this was your average night-out contingency plan. She isdefinitelymy favorite sister. I am leaning against the door frame, watching the magic happen.
Of course, I always think Wren looks beautiful just as she is. Though even I have to admit Charlee is an artist when it comes to makeup—using light and shadows to enhance the sharpness of her cheekbones and jawline, adding shimmer in strategic places so it catches the light and the eye. It makes me think of how I can always do a formal wedding with Wren and invite the rest of the coven. A long time has passed since we were all in one place. It could be a family reunion of sorts.
Wren is in my thoughts. “I think that could be an interesting idea,” she said aloud. My eyes widen, and I cringe away from Charlee. “A fancy wedding and your whole family?”
Charlee rounds on me. “You’re thinking of a huge wedding, and you didn’t want me toknow!” Fuck, here we go.
“I am the best party planner, and I am making Wren look like a goddess as it is. Can you justimaginewhat I could do with her in a white wedding gown?” I can very well imagine it, which is what got me into this mess. I see Wren smirk at me as Charlee removes curlers from her hair. She got me in trouble on purpose. Fire fuels me as my eyes meet hers. She will pay for this later.
Promise?She whispers across my mind.
Suggestion weighs heavily on the word, and I don’t block all the ways she wants me to punish her as she imagines them.
“Charlee, of course, you can plan it. We just hadn’t discussed it yet, that's all.” She huffs and puffs a bit longer, feigning how hurt she is about this whole thing.
Wren reaches over to Charlee, “Oh please, won’t you plan the whole thing with me? Maid of honor, all that good stuff?” She’s good. She’s getting herself out of trouble and giving Charlee her wish all in one go.
Sticking her tongue out at me, she tells Wren, “Absolutely I will. It’s been at least a century since we’ve had a wedding in this coven, and I planned the last one. Everyone had a marvelous time.” This is true, but it was also the twenties, and the bride wasn’t a missing person who is presumed dead.
“Finished,” bursts my sister, wearing a satisfied smile. “Just the dress left, and you’re all set, my dear.” Charlee helps Wren step into a red satin dress that is definitely made to draw attention to the wearer. Clinging to the curves of her body, the hem stops well above the knee, flaring outward, hinting at a peek of what is underneath. The neckline provides an excellent view of her now amplified cleavage. It cut straight across, the built-in bra pulling her breasts close and keeping them there.
Wren looks good enough to eat.
Later.She purrs across my mind.
Charlee excuses herself to finish changing into her outfit for the evening. I hear Rolando go out the front to get the car ready, and I watch Wren study herself in the mirror. I can tell this isn’t exactly her style when wearing a dress, but she does look amazing. I slip my hands onto her hips, sliding them around to rest on her stomach. I lower my mouth to her neck and kiss it gently, just once. “You look fantastic, little bird,” I told her. “You will have no trouble at all luring a tasty morsel.”
