Drawing attention to myself in Mission City was on my never ever do list, and these shoes-along with my skin-tight jeans, and black corset peeking from beneath my leather jacket-would draw all kinds of attention. They were bright red with silver spikes and sexy as hell-but they pinched my toes. I shifted my weight from foot to foot to take pressure off these stupid heels I was wearing. When Cassie pursed her lips at me, I realized I’d said that out loud. Right, I figured free-flowing blood and orgies had a way of heating up a room. Javier said it’s hot as hell in the club.” “I’m sorry, do you want to tell the vampires that that they need to adhere to Cassie Time because you forgot a damn coat?” “I wish they’d hurry up already.” Cassie rubbed her bare arms against the chill as we waited at the head of the darkened alley. As long as this didn’t put me in my grave. I’d done a lot of stupid things in my life for money, but agreeing to go to a vampire club took the cake as the stupidest.īasically this could go one of two ways-I’d regret it tremendously or it’d be the time of my life that I took to my grave. Interested in more from the Mission world? Check out the rest of the series! Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.Īll rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means.īITE THE HAND THAT BLEEDS is a short story in the Mission universe, a paranormal romance series by Megan Erickson, published by Loveswept, Penguin/Random House. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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