In a flash, James’s morph from tender lover to savage vampire fighter startled Grace back to her mind. She was unclothed—ripped panties didn’t count—and her little makeshift camp had just been invaded. By gigantic beast. Four of them.
All four were eyeing her up and down like a barbecued slab of ribs—and they were dying vegetarians.
One by one, they ascertained her thoughts.
“Ugly,” the tallest declared, and shook his head. “No use to us!”
“Grotesque,” the other man added.
“Fat.”
“Well, she is still a woman,” the shortest let out. He was probably six-three.
The rest of them shrugged, the universal sign for I guess she’ll do. Apparently Leticia and Levy looked a lot alike, but s*x was s*x. They might find her repellant, but they’d still do her. Their gazes dipped and glued to her
