Chloe Neill Ĺwiat Chicagowskich WampirĂłw 04 Twarde Ugryzienie [ENG]

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guy said.
I m sorry? I offered. I was just trying to get
out of your way. While batting my eyelashes, I
looked him over, hoping to find some clue of
House affiliation. But there was no medal, no
jersey. Out of luck on that front.
You know the password? he asked.
Um, temptress, I said, boredom in my voice.
I m going to find my date. I turned to step
away from the guys and toward the part of the
room Jonah had headed into, but the vampires
anticipated the move. The dark-haired one
moved in front to block me, while the blond one
took up point at my back.
That s not all of it, mumbled the dark-haired
guy.
The other one narrowed his gaze. His eyes
were in the same shape as the fanged vamp I d
seen earlier his pupils pinpricks of black amid a
sea of silver. These guys were seriously vamped
out tonight. Was that a side effect of all the
magic in the air? Did my eyes look like that right
now?
What s the other half of the password? he
demanded.
My stomach went cold. Even if Jonah s text
message had offered up the rest of the password,
I had no clue what it was. I figured offering the
wrong word was only going to piss them off
more. It was time to bluff, and since I was
dressed for the part, I opted to play party girl.
I wrapped a strand of beads around my finger
and leaned forward. You guys don t seriously
need the other half of the password from me,
right? My boyfriend was the one who talked to
the security dude. Have you seen him anywhere?
Reddish hair. Really tall?
Everyone s responsible for the password,
the dark-haired guy said. If you don t know it,
you don t belong here. I waited until he turned
back to me to check his eyes: same as the other
two. Completely silvered out, but the pupils
constricted like the vamps were staring down the
sun.
And I don t know you, confirmed the blond
one, his expression turning cold. That he didn t
know me was a little miracle given my previous
front-page antics. I don t like vampires I don t
know.
I winked. Maybe you should get to know me.
If my boyfriend approves, I mean.
The two of them exchanged a glance, and then
they made their first mistake. The blond vamp
wrapped an arm around my waist and yanked me
back against him. Enough with the games.
You re coming with me.
I raised my voice to a girlie squeal. Oh, my
God, get your hands off me!
Aw, fighting s only gonna get him excited,
sunshine, said the tall one.
Not in this lifetime, I muttered, then dug the
heel of my boot into the blond guy s foot. He
yelled out a string of curses but released me.
That s what I d been hoping for. I took a step
away, then looked over at the dark-haired guy
with doe eyes.
He hurt me.
Yeah, well, it s gonna get worse. He lurched
forward, arms outstretched to reach for me, but I
wasn t about to get into a fight with some
socially obnoxious, magic-drunk vamp at a party
I was crashing. I was not, however, too proud to
keep my shots above the belt. I put a hand on his
shoulder and gave him a knee to the groin that
dropped him to his knees.
Jackass, I muttered, before adopting the
squealy tone again. And you keep your hands to
yourself! I poutily yelled, before stepping over
him curled on the floor, groaning and hustling
into the anonymity of the crowd. I figured I had a
good minute or two before they barreled after
me, which meant I needed to find Jonah and we
needed to jet. I couldn t yet say whether Tate or
Jackson had been right about the violence, but
some of these vamps were definitely on a hair
trigger and I was in their line of sight.
I glanced around to find some sign of my
would-be partner, but he was nowhere to be
seen. Still keeping an eye on the girl, probably,
but that wasn t going to help me. The crowd had
thickened, which was great in terms of sheltering
me from the thugs, but not for finding the needle
in the vampire haystack.
I decided to make concentric circles around
the space. With each turn, I d move a little closer
to the middle. I had to hit Jonah eventually, and
hopefully I d also confuse the guys who thought I
was nothing more than a fanged party crasher.
I made my way over to the plastic wall, which
was damp with humidity, and began to move
forward along it, eyes peeled for any sign of
Jonah. I had to bob and weave through the crowd
to make progress, but still didn t see him.
What I did see were vampires and humans
enjoying one another s company. Random bits of
furniture had been placed here and there.
Vampires were draped along the furniture, and
humans, now brought into the vampire mix, were
draped across the vampires. They seemed more
than happy to be the center of fanged attention.
And I meant fanged literally. A few of the
humans had already been tapped with a
vampire at a wrist or attached to someone s
carotid. I worked to block out the perk of interest
the blood prompted wishing I d had a
prophylactic drink box before I d left and to
fight the urge to shake the humans back to their
senses. But their expressions fairly screamed
consent . . . until I reached one of them who
didn t look so interested. I stopped short.
She sat on the concrete floor, her back against
a steel post. Her knees were up, her head rolled
to the side, eyes slowly blinking, as if she was
having trouble focusing on the world around her.
Glamour. A lot of it, if the tingle in the air was
any indication.
Humans volunteering to dabble in the dark was
one thing. But this looked like something
different. Something much less consensual.
Ethan had told me once that glamour was
about reducing a human s inhibitions. That a
human wouldn t do anything he or she didn t
ordinarily want to do. But there was nothing in
this girl s eyes that spoke of pleasure . . . or
consent.
I d never drunk from a human before. Of
course, I also hadn t really had the urge. My
recent experiences with humans hadn t exactly
been pleasant. And this girl? Suffice it to say I
found nothing even mildly interesting, vampire or
not, about biting a girl who seemed to be drugged
beyond her capacity to consent to the act. I guess
rationality could overcome hunger.
I crouched down in front of her and couldn t
see any visible bite marks. While she might have
been bitten in some hidden spot, there wasn t any
blood in the air.
Are you all right? I asked her.
She looked up at me, her eyes orbs of black,
her pupils almost fully dilated. The opposite of
the vamps eyes. I m perfectly content.
I was pretty confident she didn t actually
believe that. I think that s the glamour talking.
Have you have they
Did they drink my blood, do you mean? She
smiled a bit sadly. No. I keep hoping they will.
Do you think it s because I m not pretty
enough? She reached out a wobbly hand and
touched the end of my ponytail. You re very
pretty.
But then her hand dropped, and her eyes
fluttered closed. She looked pale. Too pale. I
wasn t sure if glamour was strong enough to
actually sicken a human; if not glamour, and not
blood loss, maybe something slipped into her
drink?
Whatever the reason, I needed to get her out
of here.
Her eyes opened again, just a sliver beneath
her lashes. You ll live forever, you know. All
vampires do.
Unfortunately, probably not the ones who get
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