Fatal Harmony (The Vein Chronicles, #1)

by Anne Malcom

“Yes, by all means, announce my presence in my apartment to the vampire who broke in,” I snapped, glaring at the emotionless face. “Who else would it be? Britney Spears here for an impromptu concert?”

“You want me to spy for you. And my name isn’t Bond, James Bond, so I’m not up to the task, unfortunately. Try Daniel Craig. He does do a charmingly good job.”

Lucifer makes all his worst sinners commit his wishes in the act of God.”

“Surprise, bitches. I bet you’d thought you’d seen the last of me,” I croaked, my voice foreign. In the time it took for me to open my eyes following my excellently timed American Horror Story reference, no one spoke.

“Now I do like the fact that girl power is well in play here. The Spice Girls would be so proud. ‘If you wanna be my lover, you gotta let my friends almost kill you with weird power.’” She frowned. “Doesn’t roll off the tongue quite as easy. So how about we stop killing Rick, defibrillate Scott, let Silver go and talk about this over cocktails?”