Taken at Dusk

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Authors: C. C. Hunter
but her eyes getting wetter.
    “For what?” Della flopped back into the chair, as if aware she’d shown a softer side of her personality. Della seldom let that side show. Not that Kylie and Miranda didn’t see it. Well, Kylie saw it. Miranda had a harder time seeing through Della’s guarded front.
    Miranda brushed her hand over her cheek again and sat up taller. “Enough about that. I’ve got other news. Todd Freeman, a warlock, came over and asked if he could have my cell number. He’s like the hottest guy in my old school. So at least someone noticed I did good in the competition.” She grinned. “Not that I think it was my trophy he was interested in. I caught him at least three times checking out my girls.”
    “Jerk,” Della said. “I hope the only thing you gave him was your middle finger.”
    “Duh, didn’t you hear me? Cutest guy in school. Besides, big boobs are natural guy magnets—that’s just the way it is. Why wouldn’t I give my number to him?”
    “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you still want to suck face with a certain shape-shifter?”
    “Please, I’m so over Perry,” Miranda snapped.
    Della tapped the end of her nose. “Pheromones don’t lie.”
    “No arguing on the first day back,” Kylie said. “Tomorrow you two can threaten to tear each other’s limbs off, but today … just give me a little peace today.” She picked up Socks from her lap and placed him on the table. “Besides … you’re gonna upset Socks and then we’re all gonna end up getting skunked.”
    Della and Miranda looked at Socks. The little skunk/cat, uncomfortable being the center of attention, scurried closer to Kylie.
    “Truce?” Kylie asked, stroking the scared animal’s trembling body.
    Thankfully, Miranda and Della nodded.
    Miranda leaned closer. “I think I’ve figured out how to turn our little stinker back into a kitten. But I need the first rays of sunshine to do it.” She reached over to pet Socks, but he backed away from her touch and then jumped back into Kylie’s lap.
    “Smart skunk,” Della said, grinning. “No telling what you’ll accidentally turn him into next time.”
    Miranda frowned. “Maybe I’ll turn you into a skunk.”
    “And maybe I’ll rip your heart out and feed it to our resident pet.”
    “What happened to the truce?” Kylie whined. Socks’s nose nudged deeper into her armpit.
    “Fine.” Miranda huffed and then looked at Della. “Your turn. Give us the lowdown on your weekend.”
    “You mean besides constantly being told to go pee on a stick? They tested me four times. I think one was a pregnancy test. Like I’ve been doing the dirty with anyone.” Della picked up her cup of blood and gave it a hard look. “The only thing we did all weekend was go see a movie, some old classic my mother loved. Boring. At least I got to sleep without having to explain why I seemed so tired in the middle of the day.” She exhaled rather loudly. “So that’s my weekend. Nothing exciting to tell. Nothing.” She stared back into her cup.
    It wasn’t her avoiding direct eye contact that gave it away, more like the emphasis on the second “nothing” that hinted at the truth. Miranda shot Kylie a quick look that said she’d heard it, too. The little vamp was holding back … as usual.
    While Kylie debated the wisdom of trying to push Della into giving more, Miranda, who spoke first and seldom thought things through, knocked wisdom out the window and went for it.
    “Liar,” Miranda accused. “If I could hear your heartbeat right now, I bet it would prove it, too. What happened? What are you not telling us?”
    Della snarled at Miranda. Kylie could feel the fragile truce shattering.
    “Chan didn’t show up, did he?” Miranda asked.
    Kylie hadn’t thought about that. “Did he show up?” Kylie seconded Miranda’s question—not out of curiosity, but out of concern.
    Chan, Della’s cousin, was also a vampire and had helped Della through the turn. However, Chan

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