I smoothed her hair, anger heating my veins. “Did he hit you?”
She shook her head. “I got into a fight with the girl.” She was crying so hard snot came out of her nose. “He threw me out and I hit my face on the edge of the door.”
My jaw clenched. “He threw you into a door.”
“I don’t think he meant to … I lost balance.”
I glanced up. Karson was back and he looked ropable.
“You had half the vampires in the city searching for you.” His voice came out in a low, rumbling growl. “Do you realize how dangerous your little escapade was?”
She looked up at him and wiped at her face with the back of her sleeve. “It was safe, Sarah isn’t even here,” she said miserably.
“Really? I suppose the girl in the bar who slit her wrists and wrotetick-tockon the wall was a mere coincidence.”
Georgie’s eyes widened, and she darted them between us. “Whhaat?”
“Alright, we can deal with this later.” Michael took hold of Georgie’s arm and helped her to her feet. “Let’s get you home.” He placed Georgie in his car.
Karson held his car door open for me, but caught in a barely held rage, I walked past.
“Amelia, where are you going?”
“To see Jeff. Stay here.”
“You can’t use your magic in front of anyone.” He snapped the door shut.
“I know.”
“Amelia, I mean it, it’s dangerous to reveal what you are in a public place.”
“I know, Karson.”
He sighed.
I moved past the people on the front lawn, into the house. It reeked of pot and alcohol and perfume.
“Well hello, gorgeous. Who are you?” Some ridiculously tall basketballer ran his fingers down my hair.
“Where’s Jeff?” I asked. There must have been something in my tone because he stepped back.
“Upstairs, I think, but you should …” I didn’t wait for him to finish. I was already walking up the stairs.
There was a couple kissing in the hallway. The man pushed her backwards into a bedroom. Another girl wearing ripped black jeans and a white tank top was leaning on a wall, smoke from the joint she was puffing curling in front of her dyed black hair.
“Do you know which room Jeff is in?”
“What do you want him for?” She blew out circles of smoke, choking my throat.
“Just to have a chat.”
She grinned wryly, as if she knew shit was about to go down, and nodded to the end door.
I walked down the hall, my heart beating thickly in my chest. Exactly like the night I walked down the hall and caught Tomwith Kelly. Except this time, anger, not devastation, was the cause.
I didn’t knock. I opened the door and stepped into the dark room. Jeff was lying on the edge of the bed, his spider arms spread over his head, a blonde-haired girl’s mouth attached to his cock.
“What the fuck!” he shouted, his long fingers desperately trying to cover his wet-stained erection. “Get out!”
