Ambrosia

CHAPTER ONE“So, Amara.”The Vampire whom I sit across from lets my fake name roll off his tongue in the most seductive way. I never give out my real name, Ambrosia, to the undead. Too risky.Judging by how his eyes are lazily traveling up and down my body, I can see how desperate he is. Yep, this one is looking for an easy screw. To him I’m a pretty brunette in suggestive clothing, in other words easy prey.What he doesn’t know is that I’m actually the most deadly assassin to the undead. An oxymoron, I know. But either way, my slutty appearance and flirtatious mask is putting him perfectly at ease. After all, he thinks he’s the only one in this bar who knows that creatures of nightmares actually exist, his race being one of the most common. But he’s wrong. I’m here, and I’m most certainly not alone. My best friend, Moss, is at the other end of the bar chatting up a pretty blonde next to him. Although he may look engrossed in the seduction game they are playi

CHAPTER THREEWhen it’s time for dinner I put on a modest yet pretty dress, and throw an outfit to change into for the club in my car, along with my handbag.In the club I’m going to be wearing a black dress that reaches about mid thigh and has a V-neck that pretty much flaunts my cleavage. Moss and I carpool to the restaurant together, and my uncle takes Trigger with him. As I pull onto the highway, Moss gives me the tea. “So Trigger approached me after the fight and asked if you were single.”Oh no. I can’t have him after me. I won’t be able to resist. “And what did you tell him?”“That you’d kill anyone who ever hurt you in their sleep.”“And what was his response?”“That he just got turned on.”I groan. Moss smirks. “Are you into him?” He asks me.“Honestly, yeah. He’s hot as hell and the first guy in years that’s been able to pin me down. For some reason that’s a solid turn on. But you know I don’t date

CHAPTER FIVEI wake up to agitated and worried voices all around me.“Back the fuck off, I need to get the shards out” Moss’s voice could cut steel.“I’m not leaving. She’s like our older sister” I hear one of the boys say, accompanied by a chorus of agreements.That’s when I snap my eyes open and sit up, only to feel shooting pain go through my body, forcing me to lay back down. It’s a good sign, considering I don’t feel pain with my red lights on. I’m only wearing a bra and jeans, likely due to the glass shards sticking out of my whole torso.Moss smiles wide. “Glad to see you’re back. And don’t worry, your pretty face is intact.”Translation: Your eyes are back to green, your secret is still well kept. “Moss, get Oak in here.”“I’m right here, Ambrosia.”My uncle is on the other side of the medical table I’m laying on. “Perfect. I’m going to need you and Oak to put pressure on each wound once I get the glass out and di