21
I’M BEGGING YOU
It’s dark when we walk out to a convoy of idling black SUVs. There must be a dozen identical armored vehicles lighting up the compound.
Gee, that’s not conspicuous. No. Not at all. My early morning snark is met with laughter, and I turn to it.
“Aye, luv, subtlety is not a gift of vampirism, I’m afraid.” Niall hops into an SUV, still laughing.
I catch Aella and Janelle hugging tightly. Releasing one another, they hold hands until Aella has walked too far. Janelle’s arm stays extended a few beats. When Janelle turns to me, winking, I fully understand the tear she couldn’t stop. Holding my gaze, she gives me a thumbs up, a wicked smile taking over her face. “You, me, and Emma have the hottest girl’s night in history coming up. Give ‘em hell, woman.”
Not trusting my vo
