I woke up, which was a pleasant surprise all on its own. I was blinking up into an electric light set in a ceiling. I was alive, and I wasn’t in the dungeon. Good thing to know.
Good thing to know that Nikky loosing her shit last chapter did nothing. It might have been entirely pointless. A human/vampire/it isn’t made that clear stripper called Robert appears and announces that he was able to get her to JC’s office at Guilty Pleasures. Soooooo Nikky just let her go? Just like that? Why? Robert goes on about how since Anita’s been marked, when he speaks to her, he speaks to his master. Good for you, Robert.
Anita then complains about how she has a bite on her neck, ignoring the fact that she already had a bite on her neck, and probably should have gone for a tetanus shot, or got herself checked out for Hepatitis or HIV. Did you know Philip’s medical history? You might be infected with some unknown pathogen. Anita then runs to the toilet and vomits, which confirms further my diagnosis of infection. Go to a doctor!
In the toilet, she tells herself that Philip is dead and proceeds to smash things up.
She screams at Robert about how he did nothing to save Philip, despite the fact that Robert got Anita out of the clutches of a very dangerous vampire who wanted to kill her. That’s real nice gratitude.
Nikolaos had killed Philip and bitten me to prove how powerful she was. I bet she thought I’d be scared absolutely shitless of her. She was right on that. But I spend most of my waking hours confronting and destroying things that I fear. A thousand-year-old master vampire was a tall order, but a girl’s got to have an goal.
Have you ever considered crochet?