The whole fucking day, all I could think about was how—if it was even possible—to survive the night.Before I went full bad witch tomorrow and did what any desperate, half-mad, borderline criminal witch would do: sneak into the restricted section of the biggest, most warded library in the supernatural world to look for a way to keep the risen dead from killing me in my sleep.
Sounds fun, right?Spoiler: it isn't.
Instead, I stuffed my face with cookies and donuts. Fuck, they were good. Like, unfairly good. Vampires apparently don't bake often, but when they do, it tastes like sin itself. And yes, I took them without guilt. Free food is free food, even if it comes from trouble wrapped in fangs and expensive suits. Probably poisoned, knowing my luck. But hell, if I was going to die, at least let it be death by sugar overdose. Salem happily napped on my lap, purring and shedding all over my navy-blue suit—his twisted way of giving comfort. Or sabotage, I'm not sure anymore.
