Page 42 of Bound by Vengeance
Pushing open the door, she held it with herfoot as she turned to take the basket from him. “Kadence and I weregood friends, but we are very different.”
“You are,” he agreed.
“I will make an excellent wife, Nathan.” Herface matched her tomatoes before she ducked into the trailer andclosed the door.
Too bad it wouldn’t be for someoneelse.Turning away from the trailer, he headed back to the mainhouse but was intercepted by Asher.
“Are you ready to go?” Asher asked him.
Nathan glanced at the setting sun andnodded. He hoped they encountered a lot of Savages tonight; he wasin the mood to kill.
• • •
Vicky almost hit the ignore button on herphone when she saw the call coming in was from her sister Abby.Instead, she braced herself and answered it. “Vicky’s morgue; youstake ’em, we bake ’em.”
Just as she’d hoped, Abby chuckled on theother end. “Hilarious.”
“You know it makes you miss me.”
“Like a hole in the head.”
“Oh, come on now, when I took an unscheduledvaca, you missed me so much you hunted me down with that arrogantmate of yours.”
“I didn’t hunt you down because I missedyou,” Abby lied.
“I notice you didn’t deny Brian’sarrogant.”
“I’m not a liar.”
Vicky laughed and settled onto the sumptuouscouch in the living room of her suite. “So how are things inByrne-land?”
“Same as always….”
“Chaotic,” they both said at the sametime.
“You would thoroughly enjoy seeing how muchfun our younger siblings take in torturing Brian, especiallyWillow. I think she’s trying to push him into choking her.”
“Do you think he will?”
“He might, and I wouldn’t blame him.”
Vicky started twirling a strand of hairaround her index finger. She suspected her twin was doing the samething on the other end of the line. “Neither would I. How doeseveryone like Maggie?”
Her brother Aiden’s mate, Maggie, was thenewest member of their family.
“What do you think?” Abby asked.
“They’re as infatuated as Aiden.”
“You would be correct. How are thingsthere?”
“Amazing,” Vicky replied, careful to keepher tone light. If anyone could detect the slightest difference inher demeanor, it was Abby. “I’m checked into the finest hotel inthe city, enjoying room service, the spa, and tanning myself toperfection.”
“Sounds like a grand old time.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. Besides,some of the room service guys are cute. I might have to sample oneof them the next time they bring me champagne.”
Silence met this statement, and Vickywondered if she’d pushed too far. She hadn’t fed on a human sinceshe’d killed that woman, preferring to use blood bags, and Abbyknew this.
