Free Melted By The Vampires: A Paranormal Menage Romance by Amira Rain Page A

leaving me alone.
     
    But not even half a minute later, Abbott returned, bearing a short stack of crackers on a little plate, which he set in front of me. "Here. Have some crackers while you're waiting."
     
    " You have some crackers while you're waiting."
     
    "No. No more sass, Harper. Or else I will take you in your bedroom, but only to sit you in the corner for a time-out, because you're acting like somewhat of a brat. Am I clear?"
     
    For the second time, I found myself just nodding for some strange reason. "Yes."
     
    "Good."
     
    After giving me something that resembled a look of warning, Abbott turned to leave the dining room again. With my rate of breathing accelerating, I watched him as he went, taking in his long legs, his tight rear, and his powerful, broad shoulders. I only turned back to the table once he'd completely disappeared from view.
     
    In the glow from the lamps, the chandelier, and the twin red taper candles, I began eating my crackers, realizing that I had drunk my three glasses of wine pretty fast. Not to mention that I hadn't had anything to eat since lunch, a good eight hours earlier. I knew I really should have been a little more aware of exactly how much I was drinking, and how fast, especially since I'd always been kind of a lightweight when it came to alcohol. However, my mind had of course been on other things.
     
    Just on the off-chance that my inebriation had somehow caused my supernatural powers to return, I tried shooting a beam of light at the wide window, and then at the paintings flanking it, but no luck. Which was just as well, I realized. If my powers had worked, the noise of the shattering glass would have surely alerted Abbott and Daniel, and I would have had some serious covering up to do to conceal the fact that I was a witch.
     
    When I was on my last cracker, I realized that I'd begun to sober up a bit already, just in the five minutes or so since I'd started eating. I also realized something else. Although he was certainly commanding and stern, Abbott wasn't exactly behaving like a cold-blooded murderer, or even like anyone who'd allow any murders to happen on his watch.
     
    Daniel really wasn't, either, for that matter. Despite the fact that he seemed to have no issues with taking very intoxicated women to bed, there was some kind of warmth about him that struck me as at least fairly sincere.
     
    I set the uneaten half of my last cracker on my plate, suddenly troubled, and profoundly so.
     
    For the first time, I wondered if Clark and I had been correct in our guessing that the Darkness Coven had committed the murders of my coven members. There wasn't anyone else it could have possibly been, though. The murders had clearly been done by vampires, and other than the Darkness Coven and The Saints, there had been no other vampire groups in the area.
     
    And as for The Saints, they had absolutely no motive to commit the murders, and in fact, exactly the opposite. With Clark being their leader at the time, no one would have wanted to anger him by harming his girlfriend's family.
     
    The possibility that Clark himself had done it really wasn't even a possibility. Again, no motive, not to mention that even though he definitely hadn't been the perfect boyfriend, Clark had never lied to me before, about anything. At least, not as far as I knew.
     
    But still, even with all these thoughts swimming around in my still-buzzy mind, even with all the certainty that I felt that Clark and I had guessed the murderers correctly all those years earlier, I still couldn't help but feel that something about Abbott, Daniel, and their coven being responsible just wasn't making as much sense to me as it once had. However, this feeling of unease wasn't going to last long.
     
    Abbott and Daniel soon returned from the kitchen, each of them bearing a plate and other items for my dinner.
     
    Abbott set his plate in front of me, along with a linen napkin and silverware. "Enjoy."
     
    On the plate