Witch Road to Take by April M. Reign Page B

into this, Red,” he said
without turning around.
    Jonas glared at me. “Don’t be a bitch,
Dhellia. It was freezing in Antarctica.”
    “Yeah, the vast amount of snow was a dead
giveaway to that statement, genius.”
    Jonas extended his fangs, growled and then
brought the rat to his mouth and exaggerated the moment he sunk his
teeth into its side.
    “Despicable monster,” I glared and turned to
grab my breakfast from the pantry.
    Blood dripping from the corners of his mouth
to his chin, he mumbled, “Spawn of Satan.”
    “Got nothing better than that, you sad
excuse for a vampire?”
    Gavin grabbed the Rice Krispie treat from my
hand and slid a glass of his blended juice into my grip with me
barely noticing. I was too angry with Jonas to care.
    Jonas tossed the rat in the trash and cocked
his head. “You want better, Red? You’re an unknown beast, hiding
behind the guise of a diva.” He pulled out another rat, brought it
to his mouth, and continued to drink its blood.
    I shrieked, slammed the glass on the counter
and walked to the front door. “You, Jonas, are a walking, dead
contradiction to all that vampires stand for. You’re allergic to
human blood, suffer from hypothermia and are nothing but a wimp.
But you wanna know the best part—the part that this unknown beast
is going to bask in? The fact that your soul will be treated like
all the other vampires, and you’ll have no choice but to spend
eternity in the acid pit.”
    I opened the door and slammed it shut behind
me.
    I stopped at the bottom step. I hesitated.
The moment I said it, I knew I shouldn’t have. I needed to
apologize to him. I was irritated and tired. Jonas didn’t deserve
to be treated like that.
    I needed to apologize, but I decided to wait
until I got home. If I didn’t leave now, I’d be late to Mr. Sable’s
office. I threw my purse over my shoulder, jumped in my 1972 green
Pinto and headed for Quinn’s office.

Chapter Seventeen

    Driving into the parking lot of Sable Construction Company was no easy feat. The high-rise
tower sat smack dab in the middle of a parking lot filled with
Mercedes and BMW’s of all models.
    A part of me felt out of place with my
Versace bag resting on the passenger seat of my green Pinto. “If
anyone at this company has a problem with my car, Mr. Sable can buy
me a new one,” I mumbled over the cassette tape of Elvis.
    This classic cassette came with the car, as
a bonus, I thought, but when I realized it was stuck in the player
and the volume knob was broken, Ain’t Nothin but a Hound Dog and I became intimately acquainted.
    I turned my wheel to park in an empty
parking spot when a small red Porsche skidded in before I could
accelerate. “What in the hell are you doing?” I threw my hands in
the air, yelling at my front windshield.
    Today was not the day to mess with me. My
car was in the middle of the road, halfway turned into the spot,
when I jumped out to give this person a piece of my mind.
    A haughty blonde chick with her perfect
hair, perfect body and manicured nails waved at a male coworker,
and ignored me all together.
    “Oh…hell…no,” I said, slamming my car door.
“Excuse me. Miss?’
    “Yes?” she finally took a moment to pay
attention to me. Boy was I ready to give her a piece of my
mind.
    “You just took my parking spot. I was
turning into it and you cut in front of me.”
    She snickered, “Are we in high school? I
didn’t cut in front of you.” The look on her face was that of
disgust. I knew that look well because I had just used that same
face on Jonas.
    “Look at my car. I was getting ready to pull
into that spot and you cut me off.” My blood was boiling. I walked
toward her. How dare she eye me up and down and call me a liar
directly to my face?
    “Listen, lady, I don’t know who you think
you are, but you don’t own the parking spot until you’re in it.”
She placed her purse on the hood of her car and walked a few steps
toward me. “And I’m in it!” she