The Werevamp Diaries: Moon Beam Dream (The Lynlee Lincoln Series Book 5) Read Free

the backside was shorter, but just as ragged as the other.  While her witchy friend drummed her fingers on the bed, Rhiannon proceeded to remove each staple.
    “All done,” she said, then dropped her tools into a small baggie to keep them separate from her clean ones.  While Lynlee rolled to sit on the edge of the bed with her legs dangling over the side, Rhiannon walked back a few paces until her rear was leaning against the chest of drawers.
    “So give me a report.  How are you feeling?” Lynlee raised her eyes with a frown and opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Rhia added, “And fine is not the answer I’m looking for.”
    “You have a shitty bedside manner.”
    Rhiannon didn’t say anything else, just stared her down and waited.  Lynlee closed her eyes and took a few long, slow breaths, then she grabbed a house coat from beside the bed and slipped her arms into it.  The exertion of just moving her body around seemed to have sapped any energy she might have stored up. 
    But when she opened her eyes again and looked at Rhiannon, it wasn’t with worry or even defeat.  It was determination and a good bit of angry frustration.  And Rhia thought that was probably what would make the difference in her continuing recovery.
    “I’m not fine, as you can see.  I’m weak as a damned kitten, and it pisses me off.  And Beck is all rainbows and unicorns and crap because I’m alive, and I’m thinking that if I have to live like this it’s not really all that cool with me.  So your turn.  How am I doing and when can I get the hell out of this bed?”
    Rhiannon bit her lip and tried to stifle a laugh, but the effort was no use.  She tossed her head back and chuckled.  “You’re better each time I come, Lynlee.  I know it feels like this recovery is moving at the speed of molasses, but you were dead.  It’s gonna take some time for your body to get over that.”
    Lynlee nodded, tying the housecoat at the waist then shuffling her feet as she moved to the bathroom.  When she came out a few minutes later, she looked a little calmer.
    “Smells like your man’s cooked up a feast in there.  Let’s get out of this stuffy sick room and go eat.”
    Her friend’s eyes really brightened with that suggestion, but first Rhiannon grabbed her arm and held her to stop her from leaving the room. “But seriously, girlfriend, you have got to start being nice to that guy.  He’s hot as hell, and he can cook.  I have a weakness for both, so unless you want me to move in on him, stop being a bitch.”
    Lynlee narrowed her eyes then raised one eyebrow. “Be careful.  I have spells that will make you sorry you ever said that.”
    They looked hard at each other a moment, then both of their mouths opened and their laughter mingled and bounced off the walls.  After forcing her BFF into a hug, Rhiannon called out down the hall, “Did you hear that, Beck?  I get pancakes and bacon, so I hope you made plenty!”

Chapter 3
    “I ’m late,” Rhiannon grumbled under her breath as she stuffed her medical tools into her bag and waited to be transported back to her apartment.  Basil, a wizard with a terrible case of halitosis, was giving his charge a lecture about the ills of overeating. 
    And overeating for a vampire could be dangerous not only for the human who was being fed upon, but also the bloodsucker.  In this particular case, it was worse for the latter.  Tiffany was a young vampire, and that might account for her mistake in choosing a guy who worked in a silver refining plant as her host of choice.  Even though the amount of silver in his blood wasn’t anywhere near the danger point for him, it certainly wasn’t healthy for Tiffany, particularly since she had a penchant for overindulging. 
    “Feeling better?” Rhia asked, approaching the two of them.  Tiffany had her hand over her face, probably to shield herself from Basil’s awful breath.
    “Yes, I’m okay.  Just don’t make me drink any