History of the Vampire (The Vanderlind Castle Series Book 4)

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    That’s when I grabbed her. I couldn’t control myself. A small part of my brain was shouting at her, “No! Get out of here! Run for your very life.” But it was too late for that. The evil that was brewing inside of me took over. I had meant to be so strong, but I was lost.
    Rather than struggling, the maid melted into my arms. “Oh, Monsieur,” she said with a sigh, her accent suddenly returning. “I do not think I can resist you. I have never done anything like this before. But if I give way to you, I trust that you will take care of me. Yes?”
    But I wasn’t thinking about anything that warranted her trusting me. In fact, I was thinking the exact opposite. Every fiber of my being wanted to drain her and toss the husk of her body over the side of the ship, never to be heard from again.
    “I’ll take care of you,” I whispered, pulling some tendrils of her hair to one side and fully exposing her neck.
    That’s when the cabin door burst open. Several burly men charged into the cabin. One of them looked me directly in the face and shouted, “Vampire!”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 15
    Colette
     
    “I’m mad at you,” Lilly said, thrusting her chin into the air and turning away from me. I already knew she was mad at me. It was obvious from the way she had been storming around our room all evening, picking up books, slamming them down again, and sighing quite dramatically. It wasn’t behavior she could exhibit in front of our mother and father at dinner, but just the two of us in the room we shared was a different story.
    “Yes, I know that,” I told her.
    That caught her up for a moment. “Well don’t you want to know why?”
    “I think I probably already know,” I said, although mostly to myself.
    “It’s because of the way you’re treating Lev,” she said without really hearing me.
    “No it’s not,” was my reply. We’d gone driving with the boys the evening before and I was still irritated. If anything, I was the one who should have been mad at her. “It’s because you wanted to stay and canoodle in the moonlight with Walter and I wanted to go home.” I sat down at the dressing table we shared, picked up a brush and started trying to tame my hair.
    “Well…” she stammered, “that too, but I also think you’re also being very rude to Lev.”
    “No I’m not,” I said quietly.
    “He really likes you,” she insisted.
    “No he doesn’t,” I told her, giving up on the brush and combing my hair with my fingers. “He doesn’t know me. I think he’s just interested in me because I’m a challenge. If I was all gah-gah for him, I’m sure he’d suddenly find that he likes a different girl.”
    “That’s still no reason to be rude to him,” Lilly grumbled.
    “It’s no reason to kiss him either,” I told her. “I could see where things were going and I didn’t want any part of it. You know, you don’t always have to do what a boy wants you to,” I told her.
    She shrugged. “I know. But Lev is so handsome,” she said, sinking onto her bed. “Don’t you think he’s very good looking?”
    “I’m sure if I saw his picture in a magazine, I might think that,” I told her. “But he’s not very nice and I really think he’s a bit of a bully.” I remembered the menacing look he had given Lilly’s date after just a slight ribbing. “I’m surprised Walter would want to be his friend.”
    “They’ve know each other forever,” Lilly said. “Walter thinks of him more like a brother.”
    “How do you think he got that bruise on his cheek?” I asked. It was a question that had been tugging at the back of my mind.
    Frowning, Lilly said, “Didn’t he say he was roughhousing with some friends and banged into a table?”
    “Sure, but that must have been some very rough roughhousing. His knuckles were all bruised and his hands were swollen.”
    “Really?” Lilly said, absentmindedly. “I hadn’t

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