Page 66 of Hot Vampire Next Door: Season Three

The house is empty when I walk through the front door.

I decide to shower and get ready. The earlier the better, I suppose. And I need the distraction.

What if Rita’s spell didn’t work? What if we try the unbinding on the new moon and it fails too? What if I never know who I am and what I’m capable of?

I suppose my mother warned me not to go down this road anyway.

I linger in the shower, soaking up the heat and scrubbing the blood from my hand.

I’m not sure if I should be surprised or relieved when I find the cut on my palm has vanished.

I’ve always healed quickly, but not that quickly.

The tingle returns, racing down my limbs, lifting goosebumps on my arms despite the intense heat of the water.

When I finish, I wrap a towel around myself and step out and find Bran waiting.

“Good morning, little mouse,” he says.

“Afternoon,” I correct.

“You start living with vampires, you’ll realize soon enough that afternoon and morning are interchangeable.”

He straightens as I come over to the vanity.

I sense his eyes on me.

“Where is your necklace?” he asks.

Inwardly, I groan. Of course he noticed. Nothing escapes Bran.

“I took it off.”

“Mouse.”

“Oh, don’t Mouse me. I’m allowed to take it off.”

“Where is it?”

“Not here.”

“Now is not the time for surprises.”

I want to help. I need to help.

If only I could figure out how to tap into this well inside of me. The one my mom said terrified her.

What can I do?

I meet my gaze in the mirror and try to dig up my secrets. I can’t sense magic inside of myself. I don’t even feel fae most of the time.

Who am I?

Who am I?

“Put the necklace back on,” Bran orders. “Right fucking now.”

I turn to him and clutch at the towel. “No.”