AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The few-block walk takes longer than usual as we push our way through the barrage of tourists. Thenumber of women who stop what they’re doing and stare at the vampire and lycanthrope leading the way is comedic. I understand. Thorne and Connor are undeniably gorgeous in otherworldly ways. They draw attention everywhere they go. Luna seems oblivious to the stares as she stays by my side.
Connor stops in front of an older colonial-style home, similar to the one I rented before staying with Francis. The gate is standing open, and tourists are taking pictures of the perfectly decorated structure.
“Is that your home?” a woman asks as we pass through the entrance into the small yard.
“No, ma’am. We’re here to visit a friend,” Connor answers.
“I would love to look inside,” she continues.
“I’m afraid that’s not possible.”
The woman moves closer to Thorne, placing her hand on his shoulder. “You’re so strong and handsome. Especially for a vampire.”
Our group stops moving. “Excuse me, ma’am?” Thorne asks, turning on his Southern charm.
“I think you understood me,” she answers. I take a few minutes to explore her features. I don’t feel any paranormal energy coming from her, but something definitely feelsoff.Beautiful blonde hair hangs halfway down her back, the color reminding me of the morning sun, reflecting off the calm water of the sea. Bright green eyes hold a hint of something I have no words for.
“What are you?” I question.
The woman smiles. “That depends on who you ask. I’ve been called many things over the years.”
“Eudora,” Thorne whispers.
“Aye,” she answers, using a Scottish brogue. “’Tis I.”
“You wanted to meet with us?” Connor stands tall and performs his Alpha duties well.
“You’re lycan.” She moves in front of the giant man, placing her hand on his thick bicep. “What a handsome specimen you are.” Connor’s cheeks turn a soft pink hue as she turns toward Luna. “And look at you. You’re just the cutest little thing, aren’t you?”
“Thanks?” Luna’s tone brings a smirk to my face.
She steps closer to Thorne. “Captain.” She bows her head slightly. “I can smell the sea on your skin.”
“Aye,” he answers. “I sailed for many years.” She laces her fingers through Thorne’s, pulling his hand to her nose and sniffing deeply. “One of my favorite smells.”
“What do you want?” I interrupt whatever the hell she’s doing.
“Please, come in.” She moves to the front of our group, leading us through the courtyard. We follow her onto the first-floor piazza and through the large wooden entry door.
The foyer is furnished to match the colonial style of the home, and the familiar smell of mold fills my sinuses the moment we enter.
“You came,” Marnie says, standing from a perfectly coordinated couch.
“They did,” Eudora answers. “They’re much more handsome than you described, dear. Shame on you for leaving that part out.”
The longer this woman speaks, the more annoying she’s becoming.
“Thank you for the invitation,” Thorne answers, moving to a chair on the other side of the room.
“I don’t normally offer two invitations to meet with me.” She sits in a straight-back chair, crossing her legs at the knee. Eudora oozes class, sex appeal, and awe as she sits perfectly posed.
“That was my fault,” I add. “We’ve been rather busy.”
For the first time, her eyes turn solely on me. “He’syour maker.”
“Not by choice.” I know without asking, who she’s referring to.
Eudora smiles. “Kragen has…a way with women.”
