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Una let out a long, loud snort that caught the attention of several nearby tables. Lilly hid her amusement behind her hand. The woman may have been a vampiress, but her voice was liked nails on a chalkboard. It was high-pitched with a tangy squeakiness that made once wince if it wasn’t such a funny combination.
Al draped one arm over the back of the booth seat. “Hey, Lina. How’s my favorite vampiress?”
Lina giggled and waved her hand at him. “You always know how to make a girl feel special.”
“You’re a special girl,” he returned.
“Like malaria is a special disease. . .” Una muttered before Lilly gave her an elbow jabbing warning.
Lina bent over and placed her hands on her knees so her face was even with Al’s. Her blood red eyes looked into his as her pert red lips parted in
