The Vampire Diaries: Trust In Betrayal (Kindle Worlds) (In Time We Trust Trilogy Book 3) Read Free Page B
Book: The Vampire Diaries: Trust In Betrayal (Kindle Worlds) (In Time We Trust Trilogy Book 3) Read Free
Author: Michelle Hazen
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The grey-haired waitress chooses that moment to arrive, rapping me on the top of the head with bony fingers armored in the best costume jewelry ten bucks can buy.
“We don’t use that kind of language in this establishment, young man,” she rebukes.
Jeremy’s eyes bulge and he stuffs a fist against his mouth, his cheeks puffing out as he tries to hold back a guffaw. Stefan grins cheerfully and I scowl at him.
“Yeah,” Ric puts in. “Respect your elders, punk.”
Elena’s fingers twitch in mine with silent laughter but when I look over at her, she bats her eyelashes innocently.
The waitress gives Ric an approving smile and a nod, whipping out her order pad with a speed her feet haven’t seen since the disco ball days. “Normally I begin with the ladies, but today, I think we’ll start with you, honey.”
Ric winks at me and orders pancakes.
I swear I could feel my fingernails start to grow in the time it took for the geriatric waitress to repeat everyone’s orders through her dentures, pausing to "sweetie" and "honey" each of us individually. Except for me, of course.
And once Stefan smiled at her, it was all over because he reminded her of her grandson Willie and of course there’s never been such a dear and sweet boy in all the history of the world and she had to tell us his life story from his first dirty diaper. And I just bet he visits lots when Granny’s got fresh, uncounted tip money in her purse. I roll my eyes as she totters back toward the kitchen.
“So when I said a plan, I didn’t mean for tonight. I meant for how to stop the Augustines,” Stefan says, looking uncomfortable and obviously ready to stop being the center of attention.
Caroline clucks her tongue. “Ooh, that’s not what I’d expect from a ‘dear sweet boy’ like you.”
Stefan gives her an annoyed look and she giggles delightedly, flipping her hair back over her shoulder. When Elena doesn’t join in, I glance over and find her eyelids drooping. She’s barely going to last through breakfast, if that.
“Yeah.” I push away from the table. “I’m going to go get us rooms for the night. Or day. Or whatever. As for a plan, that’s 1-2-3 easy. Find out who they are, find out where they are, then get a one-day rental on a wood chipper and plenty of diesel. Problem solved.”
I bend my head to leave a kiss on Elena’s knuckles, tucking her hand back into her lap before I stride for the door.
“Um, he’s not serious, is he?” I hear Cali say uneasily behind me.
I straight-arm the front doors out of my way and take a deep gulp of air, the rising sun easing a little of the tension out of my shoulders.
She has no fucking clue how serious I can be when it comes to keeping the Augustines away from my family.
Chapter 2: Communist Revolution
DAMON
My omelet is waiting, and it’s still hot enough to steam when I come back and drop five keys in the middle of the table.
“That’s all the rooms they had left. We’re gonna have to spoon,” I sing song, winking at Elena.
“Who says I’m letting you in my room?” she says, lifting her chin. “I hear your kind has cooties.”
I smirk, and then turn back to the rest of the table. “Ric gets his own room. Everybody else has to share,” I tell them, and pick up my fork.
That little counter girl out behind Jack in the Box was good, but blood will never have anything on the fluffy texture you can get out of a well-made omelet. And what this place lacks in atmosphere and service, it apparently makes up for with a half-decent hand behind the spatula.
“Why does he get his own room?” Katherine pouts.
“Because he’s even more likely than you are to kill us in our sleep,” I remind her with an artificial smile. “Plus, he snores.”
Cali gives me another one of those stop-talking-like-a-crazy-person looks, but they’re getting milder from
The grey-haired waitress chooses that moment to arrive, rapping me on the top of the head with bony fingers armored in the best costume jewelry ten bucks can buy.
“We don’t use that kind of language in this establishment, young man,” she rebukes.
Jeremy’s eyes bulge and he stuffs a fist against his mouth, his cheeks puffing out as he tries to hold back a guffaw. Stefan grins cheerfully and I scowl at him.
“Yeah,” Ric puts in. “Respect your elders, punk.”
Elena’s fingers twitch in mine with silent laughter but when I look over at her, she bats her eyelashes innocently.
The waitress gives Ric an approving smile and a nod, whipping out her order pad with a speed her feet haven’t seen since the disco ball days. “Normally I begin with the ladies, but today, I think we’ll start with you, honey.”
Ric winks at me and orders pancakes.
I swear I could feel my fingernails start to grow in the time it took for the geriatric waitress to repeat everyone’s orders through her dentures, pausing to "sweetie" and "honey" each of us individually. Except for me, of course.
And once Stefan smiled at her, it was all over because he reminded her of her grandson Willie and of course there’s never been such a dear and sweet boy in all the history of the world and she had to tell us his life story from his first dirty diaper. And I just bet he visits lots when Granny’s got fresh, uncounted tip money in her purse. I roll my eyes as she totters back toward the kitchen.
“So when I said a plan, I didn’t mean for tonight. I meant for how to stop the Augustines,” Stefan says, looking uncomfortable and obviously ready to stop being the center of attention.
Caroline clucks her tongue. “Ooh, that’s not what I’d expect from a ‘dear sweet boy’ like you.”
Stefan gives her an annoyed look and she giggles delightedly, flipping her hair back over her shoulder. When Elena doesn’t join in, I glance over and find her eyelids drooping. She’s barely going to last through breakfast, if that.
“Yeah.” I push away from the table. “I’m going to go get us rooms for the night. Or day. Or whatever. As for a plan, that’s 1-2-3 easy. Find out who they are, find out where they are, then get a one-day rental on a wood chipper and plenty of diesel. Problem solved.”
I bend my head to leave a kiss on Elena’s knuckles, tucking her hand back into her lap before I stride for the door.
“Um, he’s not serious, is he?” I hear Cali say uneasily behind me.
I straight-arm the front doors out of my way and take a deep gulp of air, the rising sun easing a little of the tension out of my shoulders.
She has no fucking clue how serious I can be when it comes to keeping the Augustines away from my family.
Chapter 2: Communist Revolution
DAMON
My omelet is waiting, and it’s still hot enough to steam when I come back and drop five keys in the middle of the table.
“That’s all the rooms they had left. We’re gonna have to spoon,” I sing song, winking at Elena.
“Who says I’m letting you in my room?” she says, lifting her chin. “I hear your kind has cooties.”
I smirk, and then turn back to the rest of the table. “Ric gets his own room. Everybody else has to share,” I tell them, and pick up my fork.
That little counter girl out behind Jack in the Box was good, but blood will never have anything on the fluffy texture you can get out of a well-made omelet. And what this place lacks in atmosphere and service, it apparently makes up for with a half-decent hand behind the spatula.
“Why does he get his own room?” Katherine pouts.
“Because he’s even more likely than you are to kill us in our sleep,” I remind her with an artificial smile. “Plus, he snores.”
Cali gives me another one of those stop-talking-like-a-crazy-person looks, but they’re getting milder from