Her shoulders slumped. “Oh, my God.”
He grabbed her hand. “I’ve always loved you. Can’t you see that we’re perfect together?”
She turned to look at me. “I’m going to need a minute here.”
“Yeah. You take as much time as you need.” I grabbed George’s arm and moved us away from the little tableau of bodyguard love. I spotted a flash of blond hair on the dance floor. “Come on, I think I see her.”
I approached close enough that I could see for sure it was Amy. She was dancing with her eyes closed,
smiling a wide, currently fang-free smile, getting cozy with a cute guy who had his hands on her butt and was dancing so close to her that she might need a pregnancy test later.
And he looked awfully familiar.
Who had my best friend Amy just picked up in a human nightclub?
Oh, no.
It was Chad.
The vampire hunter with the stain-resistant Dockers. The one who’d informed me of my new little nickname.
He’s going to kill her.
Just as the thought raced through my mind, he moved in, even closer to Amy, and . . .
Started making out with her?
I dug my fingernails into George’s arm to a loud protest from him. That did not look like typical hunter behavior. Why wasn’t he trying to kill her?
My eyes widened. Her fangs! She’d had them filed down. He didn’t realize she was a vampire.
“Ouch.” George pulled my claws out of his arm. “Watch it there, Wolverine.”
“George,” I turned to him. “Amy’s dancing with a hunter.”
He glanced over. “He’s a hunter?”
“Yeah. He tried to kill me.”
“Well, that’s not good.”
“You think? I can’t go over or he’ll recognize me.” I looked over at the bar where we’d left Janie and
Lenny. They’d disappeared. I turned back to George. “You need to go rescue Amy.”
“Are you crazy? What about your hired muscle?”
“I don’t know where they’ve gone. You won’t get hurt. I don’t think he’ll automatically assume you’re a vamp. Just go. Amy doesn’t know how much trouble she’s in.”
He sighed, then nodded before he weeded his way onto the dance floor until he was standing next to
Amy. He tapped her on her shoulder and she pried open her eyes. Chad’s brow lowered and he said something to George I couldn’t hear. Amy said something, too. George turned around and returned to me.
“She doesn’t want to leave. She told me in no uncertain terms to go away. The girl needs her mouth washed out with soap. I am offended.”
“Does she know who she’s dancing with?”
“I didn’t feel it was an appropriate time to let her know she was dancing with a potential murderer.”
I looked at Amy, who glanced over at me. I waved my arm for her to come over. She shook her head.
“Stubborn littlebee-yotch ,” I said.
Chad whispered something in Amy’s ear and left the dance floor. I beelined over to her.
“What?” she said when I approached.
“We need to leave.”
She shook her head. “But we just got here.”
“Yeah, I know. But we have to leave. Right now.”
“Why? I’m having fun. Plus, I feel drunk.”
“That would be the Moonshine.” I ignored the room, which had decided to begin spinning in leisurely circles around me. “Do you know you managed to pick up a vampire hunter?”
Her eyebrows went up. “Seriously? Too cool.”
“No, it’s not cool. It’s very bad. And I’m not feeling sober enough to deal with this if we don’t leave right now.”
“He’s buying me a drink.”
“I don’t particularly care if he’s buying you a car. We’re out of here.” I grabbed her wrist and turned around. Chad was standing behind me with two blue-colored drinks in his hands. His eyes widened when he saw me, and the drinks slipped from his grasp and crashed to the floor.
“Slayer of Slayers,” he breathed.
I smiled brightly. “Hey, how’s it going?”
He took a step back. “Don’t hurt me.”
“Then get out of my way.”
He stepped aside and let us pass. Well, that was easy.
George stepped in line with us and we headed for the nearest exit. In this case, it was the designated outdoor smoking area, roped off and crowded with people getting their nicotine fix.