*Ainslee*
Looking up into the grin of the vampire I’ve just run into, I take a deep breath. “s**t,” I mutter under my breath and take a step back.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you,” he tells me, his glowing amber eyes disturbing. But he’s not smiling at me in a menacing way like that other asshole.
“It’s okay.” I’m not sure what else to say. This guy was there earlier, and he’d seemed relatively nice, at least compared to that last guy.
It’s not the vampire I’d been hoping for, though. Where the hell was the hot one?
Not that I preferred to run into a vampire—hot or not. On any given day, I’d choose running into a vampire over nearly nothing. Maybe I’d prefer this to getting my foot stuck in a fire ant mound, if my foot was slathered in honey. But maybe not.
“Can I speak to you for a
