"In the meantime, that makes Stefan an even better choice.
He's not going to be taking over.
I think I'm mostly bothered by the close ties between Blackwood and your friend Amber." I'd lost my appetite.
After scraping my plate clean, I put it in the dishwasher.
Me, too.
Killing Blackwood was the only solution to it I could see.
I started to put my glass in the dishwasher but changed my mind and refilled it with cranberry juice.
Its bite suited my mood.
"Mercy?" Adam had obviously asked me something I hadn't heard.
I looked at him, and he asked me again.
"Blackwood has a relationship with both Amber and her husband?" "That's right," I told him.
"Her husband is his lawyer, and Blackwood is feeding on Amber and..." It seemed like something that I should hide.
But I'd smelled the sex on her.
"Anyway I don't think that she knows anything.
She thought she'd been out shopping." Her husband? I didn't want him to be part of it.
"I'm pretty sure he doesn't know his client is preying on Amber.
But I don't know how much else he knows." "When did the hauntings start?" Samuel looked grim.
"How long have they been having trouble with a ghost?" I had to think about it.
"Not long.
A few months." "About the time that demon-ridden vampire showed up," said Adam.
"So?" I said.
That one had never made the papers.
Adam turned to Samuel, his movement such that anyone watching would know that he was a predator.
"What do you know about Blackwood?" Adam's voice and posture were just a little too agressive for an Alpha standing in Samuel's kitchen.
Another day, another time, Samuel would have let it go.
But he'd had a bad day ...
and I thought that the vampires hadn't helped.
He snarled and snapped a hand out to shove Adam back.
Adam caught it and knocked it away as he came to his feet.
Bad, I thought, carefully not moving.