beside him.
Wilhelmina pulled in another breath, trying to ignore the tingling in her limbs. Irritation filled her, irritation with herself, with Greta, with the stupid blonde who had no idea who or what she was flirting with.
"Doesn't it bother you that you were just one of the… " Even in her annoyance, Wilhelmina couldn't bring herself to finish her rude question.
But Greta laughed and finished it for her. "One of the many? No. Sebastian isn't the type to settle down, and I never expected it. We had fun, and we're friends. It's all good."
Greta picked up her drinks and glided away.
Wilhelmina watched her leave, an image of Greta and Sebastian flashing into her head, in full Technicolor. Their tall, lithe bodies intertwined. Golden skin to golden skin. Mouths and hands exploring…
The tingling, which had almost dissipated, sparked, searing over her skin. Even as nausea roiled in her stomach.
She let out a low growl, more anger filling her. How could Greta be so stupid as to be used by the likes of him? Mortals didn't know what he was. But Greta? The idea disturbed her. Upset her.
Was no one immune to him? Not even…
She glanced back at him. He talked with the mortal, charming. Alluring. Deceiving her with his feigned interest. When in truth he was only interested in one thing. Biting her. Hurting her.
She didn't know how to stop him, but she couldn't let another vampire hurt her. She frowned at her thoughts. No, not her. Humans. He couldn't hurt more humans. He wouldn't hurt this one.
Before she thought better of it, she strode to the booth.
CHAPTER 7
"How do you live with yourself?"
Sebastian looked up from the blonde, Lisa or Liza or something like that, to see Mina standing, hands on her hips, dark eyes flashing.
For a moment, he didn't respond. He was too stunned. Mina, who hadn't raised her voice much above a whisper since he'd met her. Mina, whose only perceivable emotion had been fear and agitation, stood next to his table, rage radiating from her like heat from a boiler.
"Excuse me?" he finally said.
"And why would you let him?" she asked the blonde beside him.
Lisa or Liza gave him a worried look. "Do you know this woman?"
Sebastian nodded, although at the moment he wasn't sure. He didn't know Mina well, but what he thought he knew was not this woman standing in front of him like a very small, pale and angry avenger.
"Mina? What's going on?"
An irritated laugh erupted from her. "See. He doesn't even know my name." She turned her flashing glare to the blonde. "I bet he doesn't know your name either."
Mina's eyes locked on him. "What's her name?"
Sebastian frowned. Okay, so he didn't know the blonde's name. Well, he sort of knew it. What he didn't know, didn't understand in the least, was why Mina was so upset about that fact.
"Go ahead, tell me her name."
The blonde now turned back to Sebastian, also waiting for him to give her name.
Sebastian's frown deepened. "This is crazy."
Mina arched a smug, dark brow. "See."
The blonde gave Sebastian an assessing look, then said, "Isn't she one of your employees? Can't you do something about her?"
Mina's eyes widened. "About me? I'm trying to help you. I'm trying to keep you from being another in a long line of women this narcissistic, egocentric, depraved vam… and… and… vain… man uses for his pleasure and entertainment!"
Sebastian stared at Mina, too stunned by her opinion of him to react. For a moment. Then rage, sharp and biting, surged through him. She didn't even know him; how had she developed such a low opinion of him? Low opinion? That was too kind. She apparently thought he was just above scum. Below actually, since he didn't think scum really had any of the attributes Mina had just given him.
Her judgment infuriated him. Who was she, a strange, uninspiring, and plain vampiress, to cast that kind of judgment on him?
"Pardon me," he said to the blonde, gesturing that he wanted to get out of the booth. "I need to talk to my
Wilhelmina pulled in another breath, trying to ignore the tingling in her limbs. Irritation filled her, irritation with herself, with Greta, with the stupid blonde who had no idea who or what she was flirting with.
"Doesn't it bother you that you were just one of the… " Even in her annoyance, Wilhelmina couldn't bring herself to finish her rude question.
But Greta laughed and finished it for her. "One of the many? No. Sebastian isn't the type to settle down, and I never expected it. We had fun, and we're friends. It's all good."
Greta picked up her drinks and glided away.
Wilhelmina watched her leave, an image of Greta and Sebastian flashing into her head, in full Technicolor. Their tall, lithe bodies intertwined. Golden skin to golden skin. Mouths and hands exploring…
The tingling, which had almost dissipated, sparked, searing over her skin. Even as nausea roiled in her stomach.
She let out a low growl, more anger filling her. How could Greta be so stupid as to be used by the likes of him? Mortals didn't know what he was. But Greta? The idea disturbed her. Upset her.
Was no one immune to him? Not even…
She glanced back at him. He talked with the mortal, charming. Alluring. Deceiving her with his feigned interest. When in truth he was only interested in one thing. Biting her. Hurting her.
She didn't know how to stop him, but she couldn't let another vampire hurt her. She frowned at her thoughts. No, not her. Humans. He couldn't hurt more humans. He wouldn't hurt this one.
Before she thought better of it, she strode to the booth.
CHAPTER 7
"How do you live with yourself?"
Sebastian looked up from the blonde, Lisa or Liza or something like that, to see Mina standing, hands on her hips, dark eyes flashing.
For a moment, he didn't respond. He was too stunned. Mina, who hadn't raised her voice much above a whisper since he'd met her. Mina, whose only perceivable emotion had been fear and agitation, stood next to his table, rage radiating from her like heat from a boiler.
"Excuse me?" he finally said.
"And why would you let him?" she asked the blonde beside him.
Lisa or Liza gave him a worried look. "Do you know this woman?"
Sebastian nodded, although at the moment he wasn't sure. He didn't know Mina well, but what he thought he knew was not this woman standing in front of him like a very small, pale and angry avenger.
"Mina? What's going on?"
An irritated laugh erupted from her. "See. He doesn't even know my name." She turned her flashing glare to the blonde. "I bet he doesn't know your name either."
Mina's eyes locked on him. "What's her name?"
Sebastian frowned. Okay, so he didn't know the blonde's name. Well, he sort of knew it. What he didn't know, didn't understand in the least, was why Mina was so upset about that fact.
"Go ahead, tell me her name."
The blonde now turned back to Sebastian, also waiting for him to give her name.
Sebastian's frown deepened. "This is crazy."
Mina arched a smug, dark brow. "See."
The blonde gave Sebastian an assessing look, then said, "Isn't she one of your employees? Can't you do something about her?"
Mina's eyes widened. "About me? I'm trying to help you. I'm trying to keep you from being another in a long line of women this narcissistic, egocentric, depraved vam… and… and… vain… man uses for his pleasure and entertainment!"
Sebastian stared at Mina, too stunned by her opinion of him to react. For a moment. Then rage, sharp and biting, surged through him. She didn't even know him; how had she developed such a low opinion of him? Low opinion? That was too kind. She apparently thought he was just above scum. Below actually, since he didn't think scum really had any of the attributes Mina had just given him.
Her judgment infuriated him. Who was she, a strange, uninspiring, and plain vampiress, to cast that kind of judgment on him?
"Pardon me," he said to the blonde, gesturing that he wanted to get out of the booth. "I need to talk to my
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