AIDEN RETURNED JUST as our food was being served.
“Did you get ahold of him?” asked Liam.
“Yes,” he replied, sliding back into the booth. “He thinks she’s been charmed, too.”
“Who?” I asked.
He looked at me. “Slade.”
I grunted. “How does he know? He went home this morning.”
“It doesn’t matter. He’s a vampire and knows more about his kind than anyone.”
“Right,” I mumbled. “They certainly are a confusing lot.”
“Chelsey, have you noticed any teeth-marks on your person?” asked Aiden.
My eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
“Oh my God, does Slade think she’s been bitten?” gasped Melody.
My hand instinctively flew to my neck, which from what I could tell, felt normal.
“Let me look,” said Melody, brushing my hand away from my throat. She leaned closer and began examining my skin. “Huh...
