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The Headlines

We Didn’t Know He Was Missing. But Now He’s Back.

Killer of Evil: Should We Cheer or Hide?

Vameer Vadas. What We Know.

Hidden Vampire. Should We Allow It?

How to Protect Yourself Against an Alt

The Hair. The Sword. The Suit. Why You’re Attracted to Vameer

Wormhole Travel, Shifters, and Now This. What Else Don’t We Know?

May Branock: “I’m as Surprised as You Are.” Fact or Fiction?

Alts. Can We Trust Them?

Interfector Mali. Savior or Warlord?

Two Cops Still Missing, Wives Fear the Worst, Ask for Privacy

Dean of Stalden University Still Refusing Interview Requests

Mysterious Power Outages in Upstate New York Traced to an Apartment Rented by the Vampire’s Mate.

Volik and Vameer: The Vampire Brothers

Chapter 97

Rune

My leg bounces nervously under the table as I watch the back of the brothers while they walk toward the counter.

Vameer has our heartbeat under control. Promised he’d keep it steady when I told him how nervous I was. He also told me we didn’t have to leave Volik’s house at all, but we’ve been holed up there for nearly a week, and I need to deal with my new fear of the public.

And since I can’t stop craving these delicious muffins, we decided to come to Abigail’s Bakery at three in the afternoon. The perfect time for a snack. And the most likely time for a bakery to be empty.

Breathing in the scent of pastry and coffee, I try to enjoy the outing.

It’s super cute in here. Warm tan walls. Light wood furniture. Rattan light fixtures of varying sizes hang from the ceiling in clusters. And a marble countertop stretches across the front of the café, hosting glass cases filled with bakery items and a large espresso machine.

And plants.

Hanging plants in every window. Potted plants as tall as I am in corners. Smaller ones on tables.

It feels like an oasis on one of the busier streets in town.

My guess about it being empty was sort of correct. There’s a table with two women and two toddlers close to the entrance. A guy with a laptop at the tall communal table in the middle of the dining area. Us at a table in the far back corner. And two people are in line to order, with a third walking away.

“You doing okay?” Nix keeps her voice quiet.

“Yeah.” I heave out a breath. “No. I don’t know.”

She snickers. “It’s a lot. I get it.”

I cross my ankles under my chair, trying to still my anxious movements. “You taught a class the day you woke up with fangs. If even one of these people tried to talk to me, I might cry.”