Chapter Fourteen
Merrick’s arrival wasn’t everything I had hoped it would be.
I’m sorry if I’m disappointing, he said, giving the two men in my room a fist bump.
You’re not—wait, did you just fist-bump your buddies?
I greeted them, yes.
“But you fist-bumped them,” I said, inadvertently interrupting Han when he was in the middle of asking Merrick about Carlo’s journey north. “Sorry, Han, didn’t mean to stop the conversation, but you fist-bumped. That’s modern! Even I know that.”
“So?” Ciaran asked, a frown wrinkling his brow.
“She believes what she reads in Christian’s books,” Merrick said in a mansplaining voice.
“Ah.” Both of the other vamps nodded.
I objected to that sort of thing immediately. “Look, I don’t like this boys’ club attitude where you guys are imagining that you’re
