Her eyes never breaking contact with mine, the vamp sucked the violet drop of blood from her thumb. As a were, I could scent the hemerythrin pumping through veins. But better safe than sorry, I always say. Working security for Club Slither was a piece of cake. Literally. Redfern always bought a dessert tray for the staff. A little something to distract us from the vamps’ feeding frenzy. Mainly, my role was to frighten off curious humans who weren’t deterred by the witch’s wards. Honestly, who messed with a blood bar?

Her pale gown completely covered every inch of her skin while clinging to every curve. White was an unusual choice for a bachelorette party. But I wasn’t the fashion police: I worked the door and minded my business. I looked my fill as she slinked past. Look but don’t touch, I also always say. As if reading my thoughts, the pretty vampire touched my shoulder. The unexpected contact made me shiver.

“So tell me, handsome, when is Dragovitch expected to arrive? Before the main course? I hope so, I’m peckish. You can tell me.”

For a moment, I was at a loss for words. Outside of placing orders, guests never interacted with staff. It wasn’t forbidden, but definitely frowned upon in this establishment. My animal’s senses sharpened. Tonight was a private event and the orge maid of honor had a minute-to-minute schedule of the night’s event. A true guest would know that schedule. With a head nod, I encouraged the lady to step closer. She didn’t need much encouragement. Her body accidentally on purpose brushed against mine. Despite giving me the bride-to-be’s name, this chick was trouble.

“I don’t mind losing my head over a beautiful woman, but not on the clock,” I said, opening the bar door. “Redfern would have my tail if he caught me chatting up a patron. Your party has already arrived and would know all about timing. They are waiting in the Luna Room, straight back and to the left.

With a pretty pout, the guest glided inside. She headed towards the back as if on a mission. Over her shoulder, I let LeClerq the bartender see me pet the side of my nose. Answering by grimly tossing a bar towel over one shoulder, she slipped from behind the bar counter with a wooden stake tucked into her waistband. LeClerq was going to earn her cupcake this shift. Following the bartender’s lead, Beaux the cocktail waitress grabbed a serving tray and the chilled bottle of holy water that Redfern kept on hand for rambunctious clientele. Soundproof, the room to the left was down a long corridor. They wouldn’t hurt her. More than necessary. That was up to Dragovitch and the soon-to-be Mrs. Dragovitch. I texted a heads-up to Redfern. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, that’s what I always say.