Free Her Devoted Vampire by Siobhan Muir

inhuman creatures and they can’t get
away, they barricade themselves in some sort of structure.” Cynthia shrugged. “I
assumed you understood what you were dealing with and hid in your room out of
desperation.”
    This woman’s insane .
    “And
locked it from the outside?” Bridget snorted. “Are you suggesting I buy into
this delusion about werewolves and vampires?”
    Cynthia
sighed. “Unfortunately for you, it’s not a delusion. However, I can guarantee
the food is fresh, organic and safe. I’d be able to smell any poison in it.”
    “You
sound like you expect me to believe you, but you’re one of my captors. Hard to
believe someone who won’t let me leave.”
    Cynthia
laughed. “You’re right. I wouldn’t believe me, either, with that perspective.
But I give you my word as a woman and a Luna that the food is safe and will
help you replenish the energy you’ve used healing the wounds in your side and
your shoulder.”
    “My
shoulder?” Bridget narrowed her eyes. “How do you know about my shoulder?”
    “Fredrick
left me a note.”
    Of course he did. Then her
curiosity got the better of her.
    “What’s
a luna?”
    Cynthia
cocked her head to one side just like a curious dog. “Tell you what. I’ll trade
you that information for you telling me who you are.”
    Bridget
groaned and shook her head. “I don’t understand what the big deal is! My name
is Bridget Shanahan, and I’m a project manager for a company in
Boston
.”
    “That’s
just your cover story to hide among the humans. I want to know who you really
are.”
    “What
are you talking about?”
    Cynthia
looked at her a moment with consideration, then tilted her head back and took a
deep breath in through her nose. “You smell like an autumn pine forest with the
bitter tang of frustration for flavor. Humans don’t normally smell like that.
In fact, they usually smell like raging pheromones, sweat, fear, and primate.”
She bit her bottom lip with an especially sharp looking tooth. “You don’t know,
do you?”
    “Don’t
know what?”
    “That
you’re not completely human.”
    Bridget
opened her mouth to protest, but Cynthia held up one hand. “I know you think
you’re human, but my nose tells me different. Werewolves are especially good at
determining scents, and each species has basic scents that identify us. You
don’t smell like anything I have ever encountered before. And that list
includes Faeries, trolls, vampires, werewolves, dryads, goblins, and the Water
folk.”
    Bridget
groaned. “Faeries and goblins, too? I feel like I’ve landed in the Lord of the
Rings.”
    “You’re
none of those, but you’re not completely human. You have some human scents, but
not the basic ones, which makes me wonder what your ancestry is. Where were you
born?”
    “What does
that have to do with anything?”
    Cynthia
sighed and turned to go. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. I’ll leave you alone
if you prefer your solitude.”
    Chagrin
at her bad manners smacked Bridget hard. “I’m sorry. I’m just really confused
about everything. I don’t understand what you’re telling me because it just
seems so fantastic. Please, don’t leave. I’d rather have company if you’re all
so determined to keep me here.” She gestured to the end of the bed.
    Cynthia’s
smile filled with smug amusement, and Bridget realized she’d been manipulated,
but she really did want someone to talk to, however off the wall. The black
haired woman sat on the bed, folding her hands in her lap as she waited
expectantly.
      Bridget snorted. “I was born in
Portland
,
Oregon
.”
    “Did you
live there long?”
    “No, my
dad got a job in
Detroit
,
so we moved up there soon after I was born.”
    “Did you
spend all your time in the city?”
    Bridget
frowned. What did it matter? “No, every summer, we rented a cabin in a little
town on the Upper Peninsula near
Lake Superior
.”
    Those
summers were the best time in Bridget’s family history. Her