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I can see one of them motioning in my direction like a man possessed, and I hope to everything holy that he’s not referringto me. I see the mayor frowning, and I shake my head at him. I don’t want him getting involved. Not everyone in this town knows him as anyone other than a bored vampire who indulges in beautiful women and scams them.
Better that it remains that way.
I see one of the waitresses, a fawn shifter, approaching the table, and I tense, ready to intervene if they harass her. But they don’t seem interested in Marie. It seems they don’t take kindly to being ignored, especially by a female.
I hear a wolf whistle in my direction. “Get your juicy ass here, legs! Don’t make me come over there!”
I exchange a look with Mr. Hamrington, who’s scowling now. He gives a discreet nod, however, and I set down the cloth I was using to wipe down the bar.
The shy vampire is also beginning to look a little irritated. His voice is low as he whispers, “Do you need any help?”
He’s sweet and attractive in a harmless way, and extremely young from the looks of it.The panther shifters will eat him up.
“Thanks, cutie.” I smile at him tightly. “But I’ve got this. You enjoy your drink, and tell me if anything else on the menu catches your eye.”
Grabbing my notepad and a pen, I walk over to the table, ignoring the way the shifters begin hooting at me. As soon as I reach them, I slam my notebook down on the table, so hard that a few of the customers around us look over.
“What can I get ya?” I ask, my voice saccharine-sweet.
“Maybe a piece of this ass,” one of them sneers disgustingly.
I smile at him and reach out to touch his arm. He lets out an instant howl of pain as he receives the worst electric shock of his life.
I don’t even flinch, but I let them hear the crackle of electricity coming from my hand.
Pissing off a warlock is a bad idea.
Even if she is half a warlock.
I see them stiffen as they realize what I am, and the sudden wariness in their eyes is almost gratifying.
When they don’t say anything, I smile and say coolly, “Maybe you should leave before I really lose my temper. You won’t like me if I lose my temper. My therapist says I have unresolved anger issues. You know how that is. I might just do something insane.”
They seem to take me for my word, and I watch them scatter out the door, their tails between their legs.
On the days I don’t despise my deadbeat of a father, I’m grateful to him for contributing to my warlock half.
Some of the customers laugh. While I feel amused, I know that panther shifters aren’t so easy to shake off. Once they regroup and really feel the insult of what I just did, they’ll come sniffing around, more vengeful than ever.
However, the constant foot traffic has me occupied, and soon the panther shifters are the last thing on my mind. I have otherproblems in life. One of them being my landlord, who thinks I’m his personal slave.
“I’m not at home, Frank!” I hiss into the phone tucked between my ear and shoulder as I struggle with the impossible employee bathroom door. “If I was home, we could talk about this. You know I’m working at this hour.”
Frank hurls something abusive my way, which gets lost in translation since he’s chewing something on the other end. All I get is some garble that I assume is meant to offend me.
“Look, Frank, I said I’d pay you, and I will. My paycheck doesn’t come till the end of the month,like every other normal person.And no, I’m not performing sexual favors for you.”
I cut the call, and with an afterthought, put my phone on silent.
Fucking pervert asshole!
If he weren’t offering dirt-cheap apartments, I wouldn’t even have to look at his ugly mug.
I wash my face in the sink and pat it dry with some paper napkins before running my fingers through my hair and studying my reflection in the mirror. I have bags under my eyes from working eighteen hours a day. My piercing gray eyes, which I got from a father I’ve never met, look tired. My hands go to my hair, lingering around the roughly chopped edges. Lacy keeps pestering me to clean them up, but it’s so much easier to hack at my thick black mane with a pair of kitchen scissors.
I’ve always hated my long hair. I remember my mother dragging me down the steps by my long hair when I was a child. The first thing I did when I moved away from her was chop it off.
Now no one can grab a fistful of my hair and hurt me.
