Fangs And Fame Read Free

and a sink cradled by granite countertops with a color scheme and pattern that reminded me of cookie dough ice cream.
    Trey opened the fridge and frowned. “I guess we’re going to have to eat some of this food, too, or it’ll raise eyebrows when they come to refill it.”
    I peeked inside. “Or we’ll just let the other guys eat it all, but where are we going to put-”
    “ The stash? I’m one step ahead of you.” He gestured for me to keep walking, and I moved to a section that had single bunks, two high on either side.
    “ Who’s going to use these?” I asked.
    “ That just depends on who you want to come out and see us on the road,” he offered. “Beck, Antonio, Mark and Hana. Let’s not pretend Kacie won’t end up on the other bus if she comes out.” The thought of Kacie sleeping in a bunk like this on the other bus with the guys made me smile. “Our room is back here,” Trey said as I stepped into what can only be described as the master suite. A bed that was at least queen sized sat in the far right corner. A dresser was built into the opposite wall, a TV mounted above it. I sat down in the two-person sofa at the bottom of the bed and tried to take it all in.
    Trey opened the bathroom door opposite me and said, “The shower’s not half bad.” Then he smiled and sat down next to me, putting a hand on my knee. “I know it’s not home, but do you think we can make this work for a while?”
    “ I suppose we’ll manage,” I said sarcastically.
    He grinned and stretched his legs out on the floor in front of us, crossing his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. “See that wine fridge?” I looked around and noticed the small fridge up by the head of the bed. The glass on the door was black and opaque, like someone had tinted it like a car window. I got to my feet to get a closer look. When I tried to open the door I found that it wouldn’t budge. “Zero-eight-three-zero.”
    “ What?”
    “ It’s the code,” Trey said. I raised an eyebrow at him, but he hadn’t even opened his eyes during our conversation. Then it hit me. 0-8-3-0. August 30th was the day we’d met at Carlie’s. I don’t know why it surprised me that he remembered the date. Sure enough, upon closer inspection I found a small keypad and typed in the numbers. A green light flashed, and when I pulled on the door for a second time it opened easily. It was stocked with blood bags and blood-laced wine. “It’s not much of a stash,” he added. “But we’ll just have to keep it filled.”
    “ Leave that part to me,” I said. “It’s perfect.” I closed the fridge and made my way back over to the sofa, getting comfortable next to him. He put his arm around me as I laid my head in the crook of his neck. My hand rested on his chest where his vampire heart thrummed against my palm. “You were amazing tonight,” I whispered. I felt him move to kiss the top of my head, but he didn’t say anything. “Something’s on your mind. Do you want to talk about it?” I asked. I knew he was worried, and he knew better than to pretend I couldn’t tell.
    “ I’m just trying to decide what it is that’s missing from the show,” he said slowly.
    “ If that’s your show when it’s missing something-” I started, but then I realized he was seriously trying to work this out in his head. “Missing,” I said, biting my lip. “Like what?”
    He let out a laugh and ran his hand through his hair. “I don’t know. It just didn’t feel finished.” Then he smiled and took my hand from his chest, kissing it softly and returning it to the spot over his heart. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, his voice much lighter. “I’ll figure it out. I always do.”
    “ That’s not the only thing you’re worried about,” I prompted.
    He took a deep breath, sighing. I waited patiently while he found the words he needed. “Was it obvious?” he asked. “I don’t want the guys wondering about me. It’s just that my lungs must