Bitten by the Virgin (Virgin Blood 2)

I laugh when I step outside and see a limo waiting outside for us.

“You know we like to do things in style.” The driver comes around and opens the door for me. I slide in and the twins follow in after me.

“Were you two players when you were human?” I ask, leaning back in my seat.

“You’d never believe us if we told you,” Ezra mutters.

“That bad, huh? I bet you left broken hearts everywhere,” I tease.

I always avoided men like them, knowing they had heartbreak written all over them. When I was human my heart was too delicate for anything like that. To me anything sexual always felt like more than having a little bit of fun. I thought it was meant to be special, and so I wanted to wait for the perfect man. But look where that got me.

“We were kind of loners, to be honest,” Erik admits.

“I’m not buying it.” No way they weren’t the center of attention. They’re charming and can be the life of the party. “But you’re so…” I trail off, not sure how to describe how unbelievable that is.

“Before Bishop found us, left for dead by our piece of shit father, it was always just the two of us. We were a team and always had each other’s backs. We didn’t want anything coming between that.” He shrugs. “Some chicks would try and pull us apart. They’d get us to fight over them so we just stayed away from girls after that.”

“That’s heartbreaking, and one of the sweetest things I’ve ever heard.” The idea that they won’t let anything come between them is true loyalty.

“Maybe there’s a girl out there who would want us both.” Ezra says, but he looks like he doesn’t believe the words coming out of his own mouth. Erik shakes his head in denial. I’ve never heard of two vampires sharing a mate before. Could that even be possible?

“Kane found someone,” I offer.

That’s shocking if you ask me. If I had to bet out of all of us who would be the last to find a mate it would had been him. Bishop and I would be a close second. At one time I wanted the fairy tale, but I don’t think I could ever trust another man in that way again. You never know who people really are until they want to show you. Though with Kane, that worked out for the best. He’d gone from a grumpy giant man to a pile of sweetness.

When we get to the theatre I’m surprised how well-behaved both the twins are. Except for the random added monologue that I have to say made the play even more enjoyable, they were a lot of fun. It isn’t until the end of the play that the feeling from the day before starts to creep up my spine. Erik puts his arm behind my chair, feeling my mood shift.

“What is it?” he asks me as his eyes track around the room.

“I don’t know. Probably nothing.” I take a breath, trying to calm my nerves, but the same smell from the night before fills my lungs. Maple syrup. “Do you smell that?” I lean into Erik, talking softly so no one else can hear us.

“Only the cheap perfume two rows behind us.”

I take deep breath, but strangely the scent is gone. Was it all in my mind? When the curtains drop I’m actually happy the play is over. It’s an uneasy feeling I’m having and I don’t like it.

“Are we ready?” I ask as we all stand up. Both the twins are on either side of me, but they don’t move.

“I smell it now. Damn, my mouth is watering. Is that cotton candy?” Erik’s voice is barely above a whisper.

There’s a deep growl coming from Ezra and he nods. I smack his chest to remind him we’re in public.

“I smell it, too,” he confirms, and they both look around.

I follow their line of sight, unsure of what they’re looking for. That wasn’t the scent I was talking about, but they’re like dogs who have just smelled a steak.

When my eyes scan the theater once again, the scent of maple syrup hits me hard. It’s then I see a man standing at the exit door of the theater. People are pushing past him and trying to leave, but he doesn’t budge from his spot. Our eyes lock on one another and I have no idea how long I stand there lost in him.

“Let’s get out of here. Something is off.” Erik puts his hand on my back to guide me out.

I blink a few times now that the eye contact with the stranger is broken and I start to move my feet. Erik makes another growl and his eyes dart everywhere.

“What is wrong with you?” I hiss as I elbow him in his side. He grunts, but I don’t think it helps bring him back to reality.