Rest in Pieces (Barbie: The Vampire Hunter, #1)

by Lucinda Dark

“Are you telling me to go to hell?” I asked with a laugh. “Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to go there. The devil has a restraining order on me.”

Evil was a smile covered in blood.

I pointed the end of my makeshift stake, still somewhat slick with holy water and ashes sticking to the wet parts, at him. “Next time I say ‘don’t answer the door,’ don’t answer the fucking door.”

“Please,” I rasped. “No hospital.” He glared at me. “If you fucking die, I’m going to spank your fucking ass.”

Fuck. A fucking. Duck.

“I’m like a flower. I look beautiful and sweet, but I’ve got a fuck ton of thorns and if you fuck with me, I will stab you.”

“Trust me.” “You know what else says that?” I asked. “Vodka. And yet, the trust issues I have with vodka still aren’t resolved.”