Some Girls Bite (Chicagoland Vampires #1)(50)
Author: Chloe Neill

I heard a huff, and the covers were ripped from my body and thrown to the floor.

"Damn it, Mallory!" I sat up and pushed a nest of dark hair from my face. "I’m twenty- seven years old and perfectly capable of getting up on my own. Will you get out of my room? Go bother Catcher."

"Catcher has bigger issues on his mind right now, Mer." She paused in the middle of flipping through the shirts that hung in my closet. "Did you hear about this other girl? The one who was killed."

I nodded as I rubbed sleep from my eyes. "They mentioned her last night."

"Helluva time to become a vampire."

"Tell me about it. I said the same thing the other day."

Mallory began to pull clothes off hangers and drop them into a pile on the floor. I gave her a dramatic glare she didn’t bother to notice. "What are you doing?"

"I’m finding you something to wear. You’ve got Rush today." For all that Mallory proclaimed herself immune to the benefits of being as gorgeous and fit as she was, there were moments that she reveled in girly stuff. Her sorority sisters would have been proud.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed. "It’s not Rush. It’s hazing. Vampire hazing. I don’t need to dress up so Ethan can humiliate me."

"True. He’s humiliated you just fine when you were in jeans and a T-shirt." She glanced back, gave me a look over her shoulder snarky enough to reduce a pledge to tears. "But you’re going to be there with, what did you say, eleven other new vamps? You need to show them what you’re made of. Today’s your day to start over. To reinvent yourself."

I shuddered as Mallory pulled out a pair of high black heels and a fitted white button-up blouse. They joined the trousers she’d tossed on the bed.

"That’s not the kind of stuff I usually wear."

She snickered. "That’s why you’re wearing it tonight." She made a shooing motion with her hands. "Bathroom. Clean thyself."

Once I’d showered and dried off, Mallory took over. Nothing escaped her notice. I was perfum’d, pluck’d and powder’d within an inch of my life, my long hair brushed and sprayed until it gleamed, the long fringe of my dark bangs over my forehead. I was tucked into the trim flat-front trousers and the very snug white button-up shirt, which had cuffs at the ends of the three-quarter sleeves. The shirt was tucked in, and she twined a black belt around my waist, before unbuttoning the top couple of buttons on the shirt.

"You can see my boobs if you do that," I warned her.

"Such as they are," she snarked back. "And that’s the point. You’re playing the part of hot single vampire tonight."

I watched my reflection change in the mirror – from casually attractive graduate student to something a little more fierce. She chained three snug strands of thick silver beads around my right wrist, added a couple of layers of makeup – giving me, as she explained, "a dramatic, smoky eye and just-kissed lips," then slid me into the heels.

"All right," she said, wiggling her finger in a circular motion. "Turn around."

I performed like a trained circus poodle, spinning slowly in place so she could look me over.

"Nice," she complimented. "You clean up very, very nicely."

I shrugged and let her adjust the cuffs on the pant legs and collar of my shirt, then check my teeth for lipstick.

"All right. Final test. Let’s go."

Because I was unused to walking in heels, she helped me downstairs, then made me stand at the foot of the stairs while she moved into the living room. "Gentleman, I present the newest member of Cadogan House, Chicago’s smartest vampire – Merit!"

I was disappointed she hadn’t named me "Chicago’s sexiest vampire," but took what I could get and moved forward when she motioned me to do so. Jeff and Catcher sat on the couch, Jeff nearly propelling himself off it when I stepped into the living room.

"Woot, woot!" he yelled. "You look good enough to eat!"

I slid Mallory a glance. "He’s your test? He thinks anything with br**sts looks good."

"Since you don’t qualify, that’s why I asked him over."

I gave her a juvenile face and cupped my br**sts protectively. There wasn’t much to them, but they were mine, damn it. I dropped my hands when Jeff stood in front of me, grinning boyishly.

"You look ho-ot. Sure you don’t wanna drop this vampire business and join the Pack? We’ve got better . . . insurance."

I grinned at him, positive that "insurance" hadn’t been the first suggestion on his mind, but was actually prompted by the finger Catcher poked between his shoulder blades. But I thanked him and held out my arms to Catcher.

"Good luck," he offered, hugging and releasing me. "You decided yet what you’re going to do about the oaths?"

"Not yet," I admitted, the question alone churning my nerves. As if on cue, a knock sounded at the door. Jeff, who was closest, pulled it open. A liveried driver tipped the cap on his head.

"Ms. Merit, please, bound for Cadogan House."

I blew out a slow breath, trying to calm the fear that was making a tangled mess of my stomach, and turned nervous eyes to Mallory. She smiled and held out her hands, and I moved into her fierce hug. "My little girl’s growing up."

I couldn’t help but laugh, which I’m sure was her intention. "You are so full of shit." When I let her go, Catcher moved in, putting a possessive hand at the small of her back.

"Be good tonight."

I nodded and grabbed the tiny black-and-white clutch Mallory had prepared for me. It held, she’d informed me earlier, a lipstick, my cell phone (turned off, so as not to irritate my housemates), my car keys, emergency cash.

And, ahem, a condom, Mallory apparently thinking it likely I’d be caught in a vampire- sex emergency. (Could vampires even catch STDs? Bet they didn’t cover that in the Canon.)

Purse prepared, I gave everyone a final tremulous wave and followed the driver down to the sleek black limousine that sat at the curb. During the walk to the driver-opened door, although most of my brain cells were busy trying to keep me upright in three-inch stilettos, I did take a moment to remember the last time a limo had been parked in front of our house. It had been six days ago, when I’d arrived, newly changed and stuffed into a cocktail dress, still woozy from the attack and the change.

Six days later, shape-shifters peppered Chicago, my grandfather employed a secret vampire, my roommate was dating a magician, and I was learning how to wield a Samurai-era sword.

Life definitely marched on.

The limousine trekked steadily south, halting in front of a bedecked and bedazzled Cadogan House. Torches lit the sidewalk in front of the House and the walk that led to the front door, and candles blazed in each of the House’s dozens of windows. One of the guards from the front gate opened the limousine door and gave me a knowing smile as I stepped onto the sidewalk. As I walked into the grounds, I realized that the dozens of torches that lined the sidewalk weren’t your garden-variety tikis. These were elegant, sculpted from wrought iron. And more important, they were wielded by a gauntlet of vampires – men and women, all dressed in chicly cut black suits – who stood shoulder to shoulder along the sidewalk.