Page 18 of The Fang Arrangement (Celestial Witches #2)

B eing a vampire’s familiar is such bullshit.

The only perk I get for the endless torment of being at Warin’s beck and call is having found my own love in Fitz, Samantha’s familiar.

We’re hanging upside down in our bat house on the side of the property. It’s cozy and warm as we nestle next to each other.

Just a lovely night relaxing with the love of my life. We’ve been working endlessly trying to find the Slayer and sometimes a girl just needs a break.

Working for a man has been taxing on me over the last century. It’s about time I finally got some R&R.

There’s a tap on the bat house, and I groan.

Fitz grumbles his irritation as I slide down the box.

Lennox, a vampire familiar of Chester, who lives multiple parishes over.

“What?” I ask in an irritated tone.

“The vampire council. They’re headed here tonight. Warn your people.”

“Fuck,” I hiss. “Thank you for the warning.”

As soon as Lennox flies away, a rage-filled summoning comes from my master and I groan internally.

Tonight is going to be a mess.

“Let’s go,” I tell Fitz, who immediately follows my direction. By this point, I have him trained to be a very good boy.

We fly through Warin’s office.

Fitz goes to Samantha’s shoulder, and I do the same to Warin. The vampires are discussing the betrayal of Conner and how to handle the Slayer.

Great, Warin is going to be in an extra shitty mood now.

“Hate to make your day even worse, boss. Vampire council is headed here as soon as the sun sets,” I tell him.

Warin pinches the bridge of his nose. “Fuck!” he nearly roars out loud.

“How do you have this information? ” he asks me with no one else in the room knowing.

“Lennox, Chester’s familiar.”

“Change of plans. The Slayer will need to be ignored for the night. Addison, Michael, Luke, Henry, and Daisy, you all will be hunting for Conner tonight. I want him kept alive. Use the warehouse until the council leaves. Samantha and Achille will stay here with me to deal with the council.”

“And your witch?” I question and a frustrated noise slips out of Warin’s throat as he looks through the heavily tinted window, watching as the sun sets.

“Not enough time. Alert me as soon as you sense them in the area,” he tells me and without another word, me and the rest of the familiars are slipping out of the small bat window off to do our respected jobs.

I glance over at the other familiars and wonder if they would be open to the idea of unionizing.