Reece watched the woman walk away in complete disbelief. Part of him wanted to run after her. At the very least, he wanted to have her name. He wanted to look her up, but all he had to go on was the fact she was a Half Blood.
That wasn’t exactly a whole lot to go on if he wanted to find her again. If he had to find her again.
Because she was a vampire. It didn’t really matter that she claimed to be only half a vampire. It didn’t even matter that she asserted that she didn’t drink human blood.
It had been a lie.
His shifter senses had told him as much, and he wasn’t about to let that go.
Reece didn’t exactly follow her, but he craned his head just enough to see her license plate. She drove a vintage Chevy convertible. It was bright turquoise. Not exactly subtle. He typed up the license
