She grinned over her shoulder, her whole body glowing eerily. It wasn’t a reflection of the firelight on her skin either. This was serious magic. “It’s simple, really. I’m going to make you unable to feed from anyone but me. Then you’ll never cheat on me again. Isn’t it a great idea?”
The idea was revolting. It was unnatural. It was against the vampire code of ethics or something. He couldn’t live off her; she wasn’t his
She dipped a golden goblet into the green goo in the cauldron. “When I’m done, the only one you’ll ever need will be me.” She turned toward him, the goblet balanced between her hands. “It’s time, my love.”
“Oh fuck me.” Parker began kicking at the bars with all his might. The outcome of this could
“Here. Drink this, and we’ll be together forever.”
She looked at him and smiled. “I love you.”
Then the pain hit, and he couldn’t do anything but scream.
“Oh Goddess. Oh Goddess. Oh
Someone pounded on the restroom door. “Brother. What the hell are you
Parker clenched the sides of the toilet bowl and prayed for death. He didn’t even know he
This was all that bitch’s fault. “That is the last time I eat cactus.” He shuddered, cold sweat popping out on his forehead. It was bad enough he’d had to pick the fucking needles out of his gums, but this? This was the ultimate indignity.
The poor bastard waiting to use the toilet backed up, until Parker couldn’t see his shoes. “What did you say?” He probably thought Parker was high on something.
“Nothing,” he wheezed. When he found that bitch, he was going to
“Oh Goddess!”
“What?”
Parker groaned. “I think I shit out my spleen.”
Parker pushed the shopping cart around the store and did his best to ignore the strange looks people gave him—or rather, his grocery cart. He’d gotten used to them over the last decade or so, but at least he had a better handle on what the witch had done to him. The experiments to find what he could and could not eat had not been pleasant. Memories of the infamous Cactus Incident haunted his dreams during the day.
A vampire cursed to drink nothing but the blood of plants. What the hell had she been thinking?
His butt cheeks clenched at the horrible memory of that day in the restroom.
Everyone knew cacti produced water, which was why he’d attempted to drink from it. What most people
Thank the Goddess for Greg, who’d helped him figure out what the hell he was living with. If not for him, Parker probably would have starved to death or, worse, gone feral and been hunted by his kind. Once Greg heard what he’d been through (and had stopped laughing long enough), he’d concocted a plan to help Parker survive without Terri.
At least he’d managed to avoid
He’d never moved so fast in his life. He couldn’t believe he’d been forced to streak through New York City at rush hour. He was lucky he hadn’t been arrested and thrown in a nice cell block with Bubba the Butt Buddy. The sunburn had taken
He finished his shopping and headed for the checkout. He placed ten bottles of all-natural maple syrup, a potted spider plant, a bouquet of carnations and a box of caramels on the counter.
The cashier looked at his purchase and frowned.
Parker shrugged. “What? I like caramels.”
She rang him up silently, much to his relief.
The light was on when he got back to the apartment, which meant Greg was probably there. Parker opened the door and picked up the grocery bags, his stomach grumbling. “Honey, I’m home!”
Greg West, his roommate and resident pain in the ass, sauntered out of the kitchen. A Kiss the Cook apron barely fit his athletic body. You’d never know he was both an accountant and a witch. He looked like a fullback for the Giants. “Knock it off with that
Parker held up the bags and grinned. He shook the right one gently, hoping to bribe Greg into a better mood. “I bought you caramels.”
Greg rolled his eyes and headed back into the kitchen. “Did you get the plant?”
“Yup.”
“And the syrup?”
“Uh-huh.” Parker followed Greg, more than ready for his dinner.
“Over there, then.”
Parker deposited the bags on the table. “What’s for dinner?”
Greg sighed. “The usual.”
“Yum.” Parker blinked. Was he beginning to
Greg snipped a piece of the spider plant and put it in the blender. Maple syrup was then added, along with some of the leaves off the bouquet of carnations. “Felt like a change?”
“Something like that.” Parker put the carnations in some water. It would help them live a few more days. Besides, he loved the scent of the flowers but couldn’t eat the blossoms, only the leaves.
Greg shrugged and grabbed a knife, then pricked his finger and added some drops of blood to Parker’s dinner. He put the lid on and hit Liquefy.
No matter how many times the man had said
Parker’s mouth watered. “Have I mentioned how much I hate that bitch?”
“Every night at dinner.” Greg turned off the blender and poured the sticky golden-brown mess into a glass. He added a corkscrew straw and handed him the concoction. “Bon appetit.”
“Thanks, man. I really appreciate it.”
“Don’t mention it.” Greg went back to the steak he’d been sauteing. “How are the studies going?”
Parker took a long swallow. “Not bad, might go for my doctorate.”
Greg choked out a laugh. “You? A PhD?”
“Why not?”
“Sorry. I’m trying to picture you as Dr. Parker Hollis, professor of botany.”