She’d only been waiting tables, but that doesn’t matter now. tube8 “There are people who care about you.”
“I know Mom doesn’t want me to hunt,” she spits. Jo Harvelle walks through the backdoor of the club and into the alley behind it. Stretching, she climbs from bed. The first deep breath she’s taken in hours is dizzying as it fills her starved lungs. Definitely not a dream. “What’s it gonna be, Jo? Jo grits her teeth, preparing for the lecture. Not by much though, stubborn blonde,” he mutters. She nods. She braces herself, clinging to the handle and tensing against the leather seat as he steers the car out of the parking lot. Instead, the crusty old manager just laughed and said, “Give ‘im hell, kid! He licks his lips, a wicked glint in his eyes. Nothing supernatural. His mouth moves swiftly against her hip, his teeth scoring over the ridge of the bone beneath the
