“Yeah, I bet.” She smirked at me, but I didn’t rise to the bait.
“So, back to the prophesy. How’s progress?” I felt it was prudent to change the subject or Piper would figure out feeding was a passionate pastime between Thomas and myself. I was relieved when she let it go.
“Actually, I have some leads that sound promising. I need you to take me to the vampire library. I heard they have several ancient scripts in the back.”
“They are never going to let you in the library, much less nose around in the private collections,” I told her.
“Is it because of the whole ‘I breathe therefore I live thing’?” Piper quipped
“Something like that. Tell me what to look for and I’ll try to see them.”
“Try? You mean you don’t know if you can look at the private stuff either?”
“The librarian and I don’t really see eye to eye.” I reluctantly admitted. “I don’t think she likes me.”
“Imagine that.” Piper said dryly. “A full-blood who doesn’t like the half-blood Protector. Shocker.”
I nodded. “Hard to believe that I’m not loved and adored by the entire full-blood population, but there you go. I’ll see if Mr. Holloway can get me access.”
Mr. Holloway was a member of the Vampire Tribunal. He was one of the three head-honcho vampires and I kind of keep a dark secret of his, so he’s willing to do stuff for me.
“Failing that, I guess we pay a little visit during the day.”
“You mean break in?” Piper clarified.
“Geez, when you put it like that is sounds so sordid, Piper,” I complained and she laughed at me.
“Fine, but I get to be Bonnie. You’re Clyde,” she teased, referring to a couple of famous old-time bad guys.
“I was thinking more along the lines of Charlie’s Angels, but whatever.”
We were silent a moment when I noticed Piper looking over my shoulder, her mouth forming a small
O
of surprise. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out my stalker had stepped out of the shadows. And I was so right, he was definitely Piper’s type, if the look on her face was any indication.