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  • Bad Blood(Blood Coven Vampire,book 4)(2) by Mari Mancusi
  • “Saving our town from rampaging werewolf cheerleaders.”

    Oh. “Okay, there was . . . that,” I admit. “But still! You can’t tell me a few extra minutes of rampaging would have really made that big a difference. Sure, maybe we would have lost a Star-bucks or two to the wolves, but would it really have hurt the townspeople to have to walk one extra block for their triple venti dry soy lattes?”

    “Look, if I hadn’t saved the town from the rampaging, there would be no decision for you to make,” Rayne rationalizes. “Except maybe if you were going to cheap out with the pine box coffin or cough up the cash for the deluxe model. Which technically wouldn’t be your decision at all, since you’d be the one lying in it. Dead. So how about cutting me a little slack here?”

    I frown. So much for a sweet, caring twin sister to assist me in my time of need.

    “Look, it’s not that I’m not here for you, Sun,” she adds. “It’s just that we’ve been through this like five gazillion times already. I’ve given you advice. You’ve ignored it. Which is fine. I’m not bitter. After all, it’s your decision. Your life. But don’t keep asking for what you’re not going to listen to anyway.”

    “I know, but . . .” I’m totally whining, but I can’t help it.

    “But what? If you think you’re ready and Magnus is the right guy, then go for it. If you’re unsure, then wait. This is not rocket science. It’s not even seventhgrade blow-stuff-up-in-a-test-tube science.”

    “You’re right.” Not that acknowledging this makes the decision any easier. Rayne peers at me suspiciously. “What’s really bugging you, Sunny? And why are you having this conversation with me and not the vampire in question?”

    I sigh. “I don’t know. He’s . . . out.”

    “Again?” My sister raises a disapproving eyebrow.

    “He’s Master of the Blood Coven, Rayne!” I remind her, a bit defensively. Probably because this isn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation. Like the sex thing, it seems to come up a lot.

    “He’s got a ton on his plate. I mean, you try running a coven of nearly a hundred vampires, not to mention the newbies in training who joined after the Blood Bar incident last spring. And then there’s the whole big consortium thingy he’s getting ready for. And ...”

    Rayne gives me a sympathetic look, which I hate. The last thing I want is for someone like her to feel sorry for me. My life is fine. Great, actually. So my boyfriend’s been a little preoccupied lately. Things will calm down after the consortium is over. No big deal.

    “Sunny, if you’re afraid of losing him, you need to have a talk, not sex,” my sister says gently. “Don’t you think?”

    “We talk,” I retort. “We talk all the time.” My cell starts ringing. Saved by the Kanye West ringtone. “See? Here is he now!” I make a show of pressing the TALK button to prove my point. Rayne just rolls her eyes and exits the bedroom. A good thing, too, since the caller on the other end isn’t actually my boyfriend, but my friend Audrey, asking if I want to go to a party with her tonight.

    “Sorry, Aud,” I say regretfully. “I think I’m going to stay in. I’m . . . not feeling a hundred percent.”

    “Aw, come on, Sun. You never come out anymore,” Audrey begs. “You’re always with your boyfriend.” She pauses, then adds, “Hey, why don’t you see if he wants to come, too? There’ll be a bunch of football players there. Did you hear Mike and Trevor are back? It’s so weird. They don’t even remember where they were the whole time they were missing.”

    I chuckle. If only they knew they spent the last month in a rogue werewolf cave on a Northern England mountainside. Though I wonder if they’d admit it, even if they didn’t go under memory reorganization by the other werewolves.

    “So what do you think? You and Magnus want to come?” my friend presses. I shake my head regretfully, then realize she can’t see my movement over the phone. As much as I’d like to go, there’s no way Magnus would want to go to a high school party, filled with annoying, immature high school boys. He may look like a teenager, but he’s over a thousand years old and way past his keg party days. If I dragged him to one of those I’d never hear the end of it.

    “Sorry, Aud, I’m going to have to pass,” I tell her, trying to keep my voice light. “Next time.”

    “Sure. Whatever. Later.” Audrey hangs up the phone.

    I stare down at the disconnected cell, feeling sad. Audrey’s the only one who still calls me these days. The only one who hasn’t given up on me from my old life, pre-vampire. The rest of my friends dropped off over the summer, when I was so in love with Magnus and we were hanging out every day and I had no time to call them back. Sure, they still say hi in passing in the hallways, but I’m never invited out with them. I only see the photos the next day, tagged on Facebook, without me in them.

    I have my sister, I suppose, but she’s a vampire now and so into her new world—always attending coven events and seminars that I can’t get into due to my still-mortal status. (And wouldn’t want to even if I could. I mean, Blood Letting 101, anyone?) And Jareth has plenty of time to spend with her, not being the Master and all.

    My cell rings again. This time I look at the caller ID before answering. My heart leaps to my throat as I realize it’s Magnus. He’s calling! Thank God. I was beginning to think I’d be spending yet another night alone in my room.

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