I pointed at the plate. “And those?”
“Don’t have names, but are triple chocolate chip and chili cookies.”
“Chili and chocolate?” vampire wannabe asked as he snatched the plate from her hands. “Gimmie.”
“You know who we are?” I checked. Maggie nodded, so I grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside.
Vampire man stuffed one in his mouth before offering the plate around.
The blonde turned her nose in the air. “I’m not hungry for cookies.”
“Do you need blood?” Maggie asked.
“Why would she need blood?” I hissed.
The growly guy paced the room with the leather-coat dude, like they were scouting for assassins.
“Because she’s a vampire. A vegetarian one, but still in need of the occasional bloodletting. I think Ezra is here.”
The guys paused their prowling, and the sharp-suited man stopped mid-chomp.
“You’re funny,” the older woman in the sheath dress said.
“Thank you,” Maggie said slowly. “Is this a game? Oh, is it for the wedding?” She flicked her hand between me and the two guys.
“What wedding?” I glanced between the leather-coat guy and the big growly one.
She giggled. “This is fun.”
“I disagree,” the leather coat guy mumbled.
“Vampires don’t exist,” I whispered, setting aside the wedding comment for the more important one. The words felt wrong in my mouth, and I licked my dry lips. “Are we all vampires?”
Maggie rolled her eyes. “Next you’ll declare witches don’t fly and shifters don’t shift.”
“Shift?” the boho woman asked. “Into what?” She sounded curious, not terrified.
Why weren’t we freaking out more? Must be the drugs still having a dopey effect on our brains.
“Well, he’s a prehistoric tiger.” Maggie pointed at the huge dude. “He’s a wolf,” she added with a look at the leather coat guy. “And I’m a bobcat.”
Everyone laughed. “You had us going there for a minute,” I said with a chuckle.
“I can prove it.” Her skin rippled, her clothing tore, her bones shifted, and in a heartbeat, an honest-to-god real-life bobcat stood before us.
“Holy shit,” the vampire wannabe whispered.
The ghost dude rose through the floor, looking like he was about to cry. “I can’t control it,” he muttered before continuing up through the roof.
“This is very weird,” the older woman decreed.
“Was it the ghost, the cat, or the vampire threat that tipped you over?” the growly guy asked.
She shrugged. “The combination of.”
The blonde touched the arm of the growly dude, and fire shot up my spine. My back arched, and a scream ripped from my throat. “Mine,” I snarled in a terrifying layered tone.
“No, it was definitely the exploding wings that did it for me,” the leather-clad dude decided.
