Spencer: We might not be heading anywhere. The execs have called a conference, and I have a feeling they might be canceling the show.
Lilith: That’s awful. Is there anything I can do to help?
Spencer: Glamour the execs and everyone watching the program to make them think it’s the best show on TV.
He grinned as he remembered how long the three little dots had bounced on the screen. Way longer than it should have taken for her to type four words.
Lilith: I can do that.
Spencer: I’m kidding. Please don’t.
Lilith: Let me know if you change your mind.
“What are you grinning about?” Alan’s voice pulled Spencer from his thoughts.
He shoved his phone into his pocket. “Just something Lilith said last night.”
“Lilith?” Rebecca’s face lit up. “You didn’t tell us you were seeing her. How’s that going?”
“We aren’t seeing each other. We’re just talking. Well, texting.”
Alan laughed. “What are you? Seventeen? We aren’t dating, we’re talking,” he said in a ridiculous voice. “What are you ‘talking’ about?” He made air quotes.
Spencer rolled his eyes. “Forget it.”
“No, we want to know,” Rebecca said. “Do you like her?”
He wasn’t about to explain the conflicted emotions undulating in his psyche. Of course, while his friends, being shifters themselves, would be the most likely to understand the man versus beast dilemma, neither of them had ever met someone whom their animal wanted to claim.
“She offered to glamour everyone at the network to make them think ours was the best show they’ve got.”
Alan’s brows shot up. “That’s not a bad idea.”
“It’s unethical.” Spencer shook his head.
“And icky,” Rebecca added. “That’s the only thing that bothers me about vampires. How they can make people see things and forget what happened.”
Alan closed his laptop. “You didn’t seem to mind when Lilith gave us useable evidence for the show.”
“That was different. She saved our asses. Plus, I sense good vibes from her. She seems like a friendly, sincere woman.”
“Of course she seems that way to you,” Alan said. “Isn’t she the protector of womankind or something like that?”
Spencer’s phone buzzed in his pocket, and, almost as if Lilith had sensed them talking about her, a text lit up his screen: How did the meeting go?
He stood and stepped into the hallway while Alan and Rebecca continued their debate about vampires.
Spencer: Not as bad as I thought. They’re giving us one more chance to produce some evidence.
Lilith: That’s good news.
Spencer: It’ll be difficult to avoid crossing the line and exposing someone while still showing enough to make the network happy.
Lilith: Hang tight. I might have an idea.
Spencer: It’s fine. We’ll figure something out. I was kidding when I suggested you glamour them.
Lilith: This won’t involve any glamour. I promise.
