The Crimson Cure

The male didn’t speak again until we were outside. “Did you park across the street?”

“I did.”

“Good. I’ll ride with you.”

Anne’s last statement left me too stunned to argue.

When we reached my vehicle, he held out his hand. “I’ll drive.”

“Like hell…” I let the words die on my tongue. The last thing I needed was to piss off the man.

“Wise choice.” He slipped into the driver’s seat and cranked the engine.

Reluctantly, I yanked on the passenger side door and climbed in. “I’m not in the habit of allowing anyone else to drive my car.”

“Understood, but it’s easier for me to drive and you watch.” Camdyn made a left onto Main.

“Do you always do what’s easy, Camdyn?”

I hoped he did some things hard and fast.

“Cam,” he corrected. “Do you go by Elandra?”

“Friends call me Lani.”

His head bobbed as he leaned against the door, propping up on his elbow. The vamp reminded me of those guys I went to school with. Self-assured and dripping with swagger as girls fell at their feet.

“Stop, please,” he said.

“Stop what?”

“Your thoughts. I can read you like an open book.” He paused for a moment, as if his words needed to sink in. “Every thought you had, Anne and I heard.”