“Nope. She tied me up in the cellar, talking about calling the cops.”
But she hadn’t. Which meant that maybe the girl was there, and they didn’t want to draw the attention of a police force who reported to the mayor.
“I could try to talk to them,” Wasp said, tucking his long blond hair behind his ears. “No house of women has resisted me yet.”
“Chill the fuck out, Casanova,” I said, stopping him in his tracks. “We’ve traumatized the ladies enough for one evening. Time to call in the big guns.”
I pulled out my cell phone and called Emily.
“Is this a booty call?” she asked, her tone full of piss and vinegar as she threw my previous words at me. “Because, I already told you, you’re not invited to my house, and I sure as hell am not coming to yours.”
God, she was a smartass. I smiled despite myself. “I’m not a vampire, babe. You don’t have to invite me in.”
“That sounds a lot like breaking and entering.”
I chuckled. “Funny you should mention that, because we might have a little case of B and E right now. But… we also might have found the girl.”
“As inthegirl?”
“Yep. But I’m gonna need your help with this one.”
“Talk,” she said.
