Free The Fangover by Erin McCarthy, Kathy Love

thought he needed to be polite to Raven. “Stella isn’t my girlfriend.” Unfortunately. “And I don’t need your dating advice.”
    Raven’s eyebrow shot up. “Hit a nerve, huh? Maybe you need to take a look at your life. Be a little more careful.”
    What the hell was that supposed to mean? “I’ll do that,” he told Raven wryly. “Catch you later, man.”
    Pretentious prick. With a stupid tattoo.
    Fast walking, he caught up to Stella and Benny.
    “Are you a vampire, too?” Benny asked him as they turned onto Burgundy.
    Wyatt shot Stella a sidelong look. She shook her head slightly. “No. There is no such thing as vampires.”
    “Alright, play coy. I know the truth. And I’m going to convince Stella to turn me. We’re meant to be together.”
    Wyatt almost lost his lunch all over the cobblestones. He would put Benny in a box and ship him to Antarctica before he let Stella cross him over. Meant to be together. Please. Benny had absolutely nothing to offer her in the way of intelligence or conversation or understanding. He knew nothing about her.
    Unlike Wyatt, who had forty years of knowledge of Stella. He knew her. Knew how to make her happy.
    Feeling his mood grow even stormier as they got back to his place, he was actually grateful to show Benny the bathroom and hand him a towel. He shut the door on the grin Benny was sporting across his tanned cheeks and stomped back into his living room. He tried to control his frustration but it took all of three seconds before he lost it on Stella.
    “Did you actually bite that idiot?” he asked her.
    She had sat down on the couch and was riffling through her purse, which he’d left on the coffee table. She shot him a look of defiance. “I was stuck in bat form. I needed to feed and it’s kind of hard to open the fridge when you have wings. Benny was there, passed out, and I seized the opportunity. It’s not my fault he woke up.”
    If he were feeling rational, he would see the logic in what she was saying. But Benny had muscles Wyatt didn’t even know existed, and he wasn’t capable of letting it go. “He saw you. He wants you to turn him. Please tell me you won’t do that.”
    “Now you’re just being insulting. Why would I do that? Do you honestly think I want him hanging around tonight even, let alone for eternity? You’ve lost your mind.” She slapped the flap of her purse closed, set it back down, and glared at him. “I’m just trying to make the best of a shitty situation.”
    “You need to wipe his memory and get rid of him.” That was the bottom line.
    “He helped me. I’m not going to just wipe his memory. No one will believe him and he doesn’t remember anything from last night either, so I feel bad for him. He’s like a sweet Labrador, you know? Somehow he got sucked into our night and God only knows what could have happened to him. Look at the washboard player. She woke up a vampire because apparently we can’t hold our liquor.”
    Wyatt glanced toward the bathroom, the sound of the shower reassuring him that Benny couldn’t hear what they were saying. He felt completely indignant. Insulted. Blown off by Stella.
    “I have no problem holding my liquor. I could drink your buff dog under the table.”
    So there.

Chapter Five
    EVERYBODY HATES A DRUNKEN BIRD
    K ATIE didn’t know what was weirding her out the most—that she was a vampire or that she was potentially married to Cort, or that she was trying to find out what happened last night based on the comments of a talking parrot.
    She knew being a vampire should win, hands down. Vampires really existed, and she was one of them. That should be a totally astonishing and scary realization—but for some reason, it really wasn’t.
    She had to be in shock or something. She was a
vampire
. A real, live—wait, was she alive still? Maybe she was dead. Okay, she could admit that was a weird concept, but for some reason the whole idea of being married to Cort was the thing foremost on her