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With enemies closing in from every side, I’ve got nowhere to run—except into the arms of a sexy stranger who says he can protect me. This guy comes with a bit more than I bargained for. For one, he’s a vampire. Still, anything is better than being caught by my psycho ex.
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I crossed the lobby to the snack machine and put in a few quarters. It was the last of my cash after paying my rent yesterday. One lonely bag of animal crackers fell into the basket. I took my snack to the nearest bench and tucked my legs under my body. People were less likely to sit down next to me with my legs taking up so much space. Plus, the putrid smell from my apartment still lingered on me and was less than desirable. I didn't even want to be next to me.
As my head did the nodding thing again, I let myself drift a little this time. I needed a few naps this evening if I was walking out of Fort Worth tomorrow.
My eyes opened and refocused every time I heard the front doors slide open, making napping very difficult. But being surprised by someone was not on my agenda. Survival meant not being caught unaware.
People came and went. No one bothered me. No one asked me why I was there. The doors opened again and a sense of dread spread through my being, not unlike the sickening feeling I used to get every time Kevin came home from work.
Into the station walked creepy-suit-guy. Brown curls brushed against his shoulders and his skin was dark. His eyes glistened an inhuman shade of lavender in the florescent light. Holy shit! He was a Djinn. No wonder I'd lost him in the park a couple of times. Teleporting, creepy psychopaths. They were always on the governments most wanted lists. I would've stood a better chance with the horny vampire in the Mustang.
A few people looked up when he walked in, but no one said anything. Most of them moved to the opposite side of the lobby. Djinn weren't on the list of friendly Others. They were diabolical and evil and most everyone knew to avoid them. Their lavender eyes, if not hidden by contacts, made them easy to recognize. Though most didn't even try to hide what they were. They enjoyed the fear their presence elicited-fed off of it.
A moment later, the door opened again and the picture of male perfection entered the bus station, right behind the creep. He had wavy, blond hair, unnaturally bright jewel-blue eyes, and broad shoulders. His chest tapered into a narrow waist and what could only be washboard abs hidden beneath a casual polo shirt. As much as I avoided men, this one was worth a double look, even if he was a vampire.
I liked him even more when he glared at the Djinn and walked straight toward me.
As my head did the nodding thing again, I let myself drift a little this time. I needed a few naps this evening if I was walking out of Fort Worth tomorrow.
My eyes opened and refocused every time I heard the front doors slide open, making napping very difficult. But being surprised by someone was not on my agenda. Survival meant not being caught unaware.
People came and went. No one bothered me. No one asked me why I was there. The doors opened again and a sense of dread spread through my being, not unlike the sickening feeling I used to get every time Kevin came home from work.
Into the station walked creepy-suit-guy. Brown curls brushed against his shoulders and his skin was dark. His eyes glistened an inhuman shade of lavender in the florescent light. Holy shit! He was a Djinn. No wonder I'd lost him in the park a couple of times. Teleporting, creepy psychopaths. They were always on the governments most wanted lists. I would've stood a better chance with the horny vampire in the Mustang.
A few people looked up when he walked in, but no one said anything. Most of them moved to the opposite side of the lobby. Djinn weren't on the list of friendly Others. They were diabolical and evil and most everyone knew to avoid them. Their lavender eyes, if not hidden by contacts, made them easy to recognize. Though most didn't even try to hide what they were. They enjoyed the fear their presence elicited-fed off of it.
A moment later, the door opened again and the picture of male perfection entered the bus station, right behind the creep. He had wavy, blond hair, unnaturally bright jewel-blue eyes, and broad shoulders. His chest tapered into a narrow waist and what could only be washboard abs hidden beneath a casual polo shirt. As much as I avoided men, this one was worth a double look, even if he was a vampire.
I liked him even more when he glared at the Djinn and walked straight toward me.