Maybe I’ll just stay in this bed forever and not deal with my problems. But when there’s a knock on the door, I have no other choice but to open it. With tentative hands, I grip the golden handle and open the door.
“Goodie, you’re awake,” the ridiculously pretty and young woman says.
“Who are you?” I say, maybe too harshly. So what if Warin has a super hot vampire girlfriend, besides the fact that she would definitely not want me here? Not with the way Warin salaciously flirts with me and stares at my breasts.
It’s not like I have a right to care what Warin does. He’s the bad guy right? The guy who kidnapped me?
The words feel like a lie, and so I push them out of my head.
“Right. Forgot about that. I’m Samantha. I’m here to show you around the house,” she says, her tone kind, not one of an irritated lover.
“Where’s Warin?”
The woman smiles, her fangs prominent as her nose crinkles. “Daddy dearest is a little tied up trying to find the Slayer that keeps trying to harmhiswitch,” she says plainly.
“I’m not his witch,” I quickly say. “Also, daddy?”
This amuses Samantha endlessly, as I say that word.
“Yes, he’s my sire, the vampire who changed me. He’s not a huge fan of the term, so I use it as often as I can.”
“Listen, Samantha. I need my wand and phone back and I need to speak with Warin.”
Samantha turns around from where she leads me down the hall, her big eyes blinking at me.
“In due time.”
“I can’t just be locked up in this house without my things,” I respond, she raises an eyebrow at me like she’s unimpressed.
“You’re safe from the Slayer here, and you’ll get your things in due time.”
“I’m not a vampire, I still don’t understand what he would want from me.”
“Obviously. You don’t have enough self-preservation to be a vampire. That said, Slayer knows where you live, what you looklike. A Slayer so powerful, he took out the oldest vampire I’ve ever met.”
“Right, he knows where I live,” I say, holding my hands tightly together.
“Slayers are summoned by humans. Did you know that?” Samantha says changing the conversation.
She turns back, walking down the hall, her straight black hair swishing behind her, and I quickly follow.
“What do you mean?”
“Come with me to the kitchens to get something to eat and I’ll tell you,” she bargains and I roll my eyes, but continue to follow her. She’s absolutely related to Warin in some twisted way with her easy manipulation, or maybe that’s a vampire thing.
When we reach the kitchen downstairs, a woman with buzz cut hair is cooking, a wide spread of food placed on the island.
“You have a chef?” I say out loud, with confusion.
“Now we do,” Samantha supplies. “Cecile, this is Ember, who you’ll be cooking for.”
I clear my throat. “Just me?”
“Welcome, miss Ember, if you have any allergies or preferences just let me know. I’ve made a wide variety for you to try and see what you like,” she says with a thick cajun accent.
“Uh. Thank you,” I tell her, not wanting to be rude. She’s made all this food. “Wait. Did Warin hire a chef just for me?” I ask, turning to Samantha.
She looks at me like I’m stupid. “No, we really love the aroma of food that we can no longer eat,” she deadpans and I bite my lip before grabbing a plate and filling it with chicken cajun pasta, etouffee, and shrimp. “Cecile, take the rest of the night off in your quarters,” Samantha says to the chef.
