Night of Firsts Part Four
Selma paused to study the pair. Fighting back laughter, she said, “You’ve got to be kidding me. Since when do bloodsuckers care about toys, hmm?”
The blonde’s face twisted in irritation. “Bloodsuckers? Seriously? That’s racist!”
Why did I have to find this dumbass clown on my first hunt? Selma’s laughter spilled out as she shook her head. “No, it’s not. And you’re too dumb to be one. Which means…”
The man stood straight and stepped toward the blonde. Resting a hand on her shoulder, he said, “Perhaps, our threesome can wait another night, baby?”
Selma’s mind raced. Something wasn’t right.