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“FAMILY MASSACRED IN PORTLAND----- the only one missing was the oldest boy: a twenty-two-year-old named Malachai,” Bonnie read the headline of the newspaper under her breath, shoulders tense. Weird. Seems like she’s trying to get a reaction from me or something.
My shoulders shrugged, a ‘ pft ’ eeked out in there somewhere if her witchy ears could catch it. So there’s another serial killer in town---- who gives a shit? Did she forget who she was talking to? Seriously. “He doesn’t exactly have the monopoly on bad behavior around here, Bon Bon.”
“You’re not even slightly worried about this? It says he freaking butchered his family with a hunting knife!”
“Hey, as long as the kid’s got a taste for human blood and not for the vamp-y kind, I’m just peachy.” I smiled, unfazed by the obvious disgust swimming in her eyes. At this point, that was basically her default setting. “Look, sweetie. Seeing as you technically are human, I sort of get the mini-freakout you’re having here... but next time you’re feeling scared---- you might want to vent to someone who actually cares.”
With a frustrated groan, Bonnie whipped around and stormed back to the Boarding House, leaving me and Norman Bates, Jr. all alone. Probably not her best idea, but hey. Makes my job that much easier. I sped up to him in less than a second.
“Heads up. Our mutual friend thinks you’re a fucking psycho. She’s probably trying to figure out a way to get that little trinket off of your hands as we speak.” I smirked, slipping a hand into Kai’s back pocket, leaning in to whisper low against the lobe of his ear while we kept on walking. “But me? I’m thinking how much sexier you must be...” Pupils dilating, nostrils flaring, my voice was ragged against his skin. “... covered in blood.”
A hand slid over his chest, stopping him mid-step to get his eyes focused on me. “That---- and how much I want to leave without mom bitching in my ear every five seconds.” The intensity of my stare alone should have told Kai everything he needed to know, but... “Feel free to siphon enough power to read my thoughts if you need some type of assurance----” My lips molded over his in a slow, sensual glide, breath chilled against his lower lip as I eased back, just barely holding back a full-on shiver. What? He’s hot.
“But I guess I’m hoping you’ll take my word for it.” That shit doesn’t look comfortable if Bonnie’s face was anything to go by. Or she’s a little bitch. Or, y’know, both.
