“This is great for people-watching,” she mumbles, her face practically pressed against the glass. “Wait, is that Silas?” she blurts.
I whirl around in nothing but my bra and look out, seeing a shadowy figure standing at the edge of the forest. For a brief moment, I swear violet eyes glow. I blink and shake my head. It can’t be. When I look again, the figure is gone.
“No. That’s nothing,” I mutter, quickly turning back around.
I pull on my black lace cami top, keep on my jeans, kick off my Converse, and pull on my black heeled boots. I spraydeodorant and perfume before touching up my makeup, the dark eyeliner making my now vibrant green eyes pop. I keep my lips natural, only adding gloss.
I turn around and hold my hand out to Evelynn. “This do?” I ask.
Grinning, she nods. “Er, hell yes.” She stands and looks down at her outfit. “Shit. You got a top I could borrow? I got cleaning fluid on this one,” she says, pointing.
“Sure.” I spin around and pull out my black embroidered corset. “I haven’t worn this in years. I went through an emo phase. But this with those jeans will have Lucian drooling like a dog,” I wink.
Evelynn nibbles on her bottom lip and nods. Whipping off her top and bra, she flings them across the room.
“And you were worried about my wangers,” I mock.
She laughs. “Come on, fasten me up.”
She cups her large breasts with her hands while I try to place the corset in the right position.
“Okay, that’s good,” she says, holding it in place.
I begin lacing the blood-red ribbon at the back, pulling it tight as I go.
“Easy, I need to breathe,” she winces.
I pause. “Er, no, you don’t,” I remind her.
“Oh yeah!” She bursts out laughing. “Okay, well, I want to be at least slightly comfortable.”
I continue to fasten the corset until I reach the bottom, tying a tight red bow. “Done,” I say.
She turns around, placing her hands on her hips. “What do you reckon?” she asks, her dark hair draped over one shoulder.
“I think Lucian will pounce as soon as you set foot inside the club,” I smile.
“You know, you could hook up with one of the brothers tonight. It might do you good,” she adds, returning my grin.
I shake my head. “Probably not a good idea.”
“When was the last time you, er… fucked?” she asks.
“Twenty-seven years and six months ago,” I answer.
Evelynn’s mouth hangs open. “You haven’t done it since you changed?!” she asks, surprised.
I swallow and shake my head. “No. I haven’t felt like it.”
Her eyes fill with sadness. To my surprise, she reaches out and pulls me to her, hugging me tight.
“I know you say you didn’t feel like it, but you really need some vampire dick,” she says, rubbing my back.
A small bubble of laughter escapes me, and I find myself hugging her back.
“Not sure I should seek dick tonight. And not from a member of the Crimson Covenant,” I point out.
She pulls back, keeping her hands on my shoulders. “Cain is a nomad,” she suggests, arching her brow. “He isn’t always around, and maybe you could both do each other a favour and scratch each other’s itch?”
