Chapter 2
I hand Malcolm my phone so he can see what I’ve been gaping at—yet again. Then I march to the kitchen windows. Over the flickering of Willow’s tail, I call out.
“Nigel, what do you know about vampire husbands?”
He starts at the sudden question, a quick flush painting his cheeks a barely-there pink. Yes, they’ve absolutely been eavesdropping.
“A vampire what?”
“Vampire husbands. Do they exist?”
This, I think, is a fair question. Only a few weeks ago, I learned that demons actually exist. Why not vampire husbands as well?
“Do they ...?” Nigel trails off, his gaze scanning the sky as if that’s where all the vampire husbands reside. “I have no idea.”
“Can you do a little research?”
Now he grins at me. “Be glad to.”
I turn back to Malcolm and, of course, Arianna. Wedding dre
