“I started my new job; we were out celebrating. I’m a journalist, and this will help,” Claudette says, crossing her arms.
“It sounds like you got this,” I say, smiling.
“Thanks,” Claudette says, smiling, looking at me with her beautiful green eyes.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
She’s mine.
Fuck!
I fucking hope it’s not what I’m thinking because I’m going to have to monitor the Rogues here in Sacramento. We can’t risk Claudette finding out about us, or even worse, writing about the Rogue Vampires.
Hell, I need to claim her as mine, but I need to court her; yeah, I need to date her in today's world.
Yes?
This is going to be fucking new to me because it’s been a long time since I’ve pursued a woman.
“Claudette, I can take you to the hospital to see your friend,” I say, gazing into her eyes, roaming back and forth to gauge her emotional state.
“Oh, ah. . . . . okay. That would be nice because I’m a nervous wreck. Let me see if Kitty would like to go with us,” Claudette says, nodding.
“Sounds good,” I say, nodding, holding onto her arm, walking upfront steps to the porch.
We wait in the hospital lobby for the doctors to check Lori out. I know that the small amount of healing that I did helped. She has a small bite, so it shouldn’t cause issues.
I run my fingers through my shoulder-length hair, adjusting the leather tie. I close my eyes for a moment, reviewing everything that happened at the scene.
I need to locate the Rogue and see if they're more of them because I’m going to stake them through the fucking heart. I think that the fuckers will not be able to stop the bloodthirst that has overcome them. The fucker killed one girl and was going to kill another. That means that they’re not partaking of the ambrosia for sustenance, but for their addiction, toreachthe high they must get. They’re like a drug addict, wanting more blood, killing to get their next fix.
I look at Claudette's worried eyes roam around the room, chewing her lower lip.
The fucking pouty lip that is so fucking tempting. I can’t wait to taste her, but I have to take it slow.
I take her hand, rubbing my thumb over her wrist feeling her pulse and blood flow.
“Princess, I’m sure that she’s going to be okay,” I whisper, leaning closer, gazing into her beautiful eyes.
Claudette shifts in her seat, turning slightly towards me; her eyes roam side to side, gazing deeply into my eyes. She looks unsure, she licks her lips, smiling weakly nods, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Thank you for staying here with us; it makes me feel safe,” Claudette whispers, placing her hand over mine, clasping my hand in both of hers.
“No worries, Princess, I’m here for you,” I say, looking into her eyes, connecting with her on a deeper level.
“Oh, that’s really sweet of you. Why are you calling me Princess,” Claudette asks; a soft red shade of red spreads through her face?
I like that she’s genuine, smart, and compassionate.
“You look like a Princess, a sweet one at that,” I say, smiling warmly.
“Oh, okay. So that would make you the Prince that saved the Princess,” Claudette says, in a low tone, tilting her head, smiling serenely.
“Yeah, that sounds right,” I say, smirking.
“I hope that the doctor comes out soon because I need to get some sleep; I have work in a few hours,” Claudette says, looking at the doors.
“Where do you work,” I ask, giving her my full attention, taking in every detail of her face.
