I’m getting as far away from them as possible. There’s a sour, twisted feeling in my stomach. But what’s worse is that I’m feeling it at all.
I’m barely a few steps away when I feel a cold hand on my arm.
“Let go of me!” I snap, louder than I mean to.
“Amara,” Celine says.
Her firm tone stops me. I turn around to face her. Her fangs are completely out, sticking well past her lips. There’s red around the corners of her mouth. I try not to look directly at her.
“What?” I ask, pulling my arm away.
She surveys me slowly, like she’s reading a book. “Amara, I have to drink.”
“I get it. You’re a vampire.”
“So why are you upset?”
“I’m not upset.” I toss my braids over my shoulder. “I’m just working. This is where Iwork.”
“Your heart is beating very quickly.”
I glare at her.
She frowns. “Amara, I need to drink blood or I’ll deanimate.”
“I know! So why don’t you get back to your little snack, and I’ll get back to my job.”
I need to get out of this conversation right now. If I keep looking at her stupid purple eyes and her bloody mouth, I’m going to throw up.
I push through the sweaty, gyrating bodies on the dance floor, heading directly to the bar.
Why am I upset? She’s completely right, she’s a vampire, she needs to drink blood. And I’m definitely not offering any. I have absolutely no reason to be jealous.
I open the hinged counter top, fuming.
And with ablond! That girl looked like she was barely in her twenties.
“Are you ok?” Nova asks, as I slam the top of the bar back down. “What happened to your tray?”
“I lost it,” I snap.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Celine making her way through the crowd.
“Go away!” I shout.
Instinctively, I cross the fingers of my right hand, a gesture to ward off evil energy. She falters, her shoulder slumping slightly, and goes back to her earlier conquest.
“Vampires,” I sigh.
“Well, I’m out,” says Nova, putting their empty whiskey glass on the counter. “Night, all!”
“Night, Nova!”
I turn to Xia, to see if her glass needs to be refilled.
I stop when I notice her wide eyes. Her gaze is fixed on the crossed fingers of my right hand.
Immediately, I uncross them. Chuckling nervously, I take her mostly-full stein and start pouring more beer into it.
