“Your boyfriend thinks I’m the bad guy,” Roane spoke up when we parked outside of the Shoilster.
I didn’t even spare him a glance. It wasn’t worth it. “You are. You’re a vampire. You’re evil.”
“He’s clueless and he’s in danger.” Roane turned to look at me and this time I met his gaze, but my eyes quickly filtered over his shoulder to where Shelly and Adam waited beside the front entrance—talk about an imposter nightclub. It was one of those clubs that had the nicest décor, but the food wasn’t cooked properly, never tasted good, and hardly ever filled a person. Yet, they arranged it nicely, complete with a garnish on the very tip of the plate so it seemed like it was worth the lavish price. It was Shelly’s wet dream. It had all the trimmings, but none of the quality.
“Watch it. You’re br
