CHAPTER SEVEN
Fiona motioned to someone in the hallway.
“Loves, it’s time to escort our friends home!”
A dozen or so vampires had lined up in the hallway, waiting for us.
They were all young—none of them past thirty from what I can tell. Dressed for a fashion shoot. Make-up—even on the males. Bold colors, scarves, and leather—lots of leather. They were magazine cover-ready, that’s for sure.
“Get your man shrimp and come with me,” Fiona barked.
I helped Bo up. His tracksuit rubbed against my arm as he staggered up.
“Speak of this to no one,” Bo whispered. “Ant’ny will never let me live this down.”
“We’re good,” I said, patting him on the back.
“Don’t you like what we’ve done with the place?” Fiona asked, motioning us to follow.
“If you mean making the walls look like veins, then n
