Mag-log inThat temper, but also, I can't blame her. Betrayal seems to be a constant in her life. When things start heading uphill, she somehow stumbles down. Claire is a fighter though. She will pull through. Right? Stay tuned for more updates! Thanks for following and reading The Vampire's Opal!
“Yes Robyn. I agree. Everything will be fine. The kids are excited and ready to perform. I’ll see you Wednesday, and I’ll bring a ton of coffee and donuts.” Claire nodded her head in agreement, biting her bottom lip. “I knew that would make it better.” She set her phone down unceremoniously on Mal’s desk and spun herself around in the chair, her head back in exhaustion. The winter program was fast approaching, and Robyn was freaking out on the staff, Claire included.Robyn was always a little hysterical before the winter program, since it’s the Foundation’s biggest fundraiser, but with Claire missing work lately, she was more worried than normal. Claire was confident her group of kids were ready; none of the teens had called or texted with any concerns or doubts. She took pride in her job and prepared herself and the kids early for the program.Mal slowly appeared in the doorway from the shadows, arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the frame. “You really take advantage of
“How in the hell did you allow her to escape? AGAIN?!” Sloane was seething, spit spewing from his angry mouth as he listened to his informant on the cell phone.He set his phone on speaker, then pushed away from his desk to pace the large office. He listened intently as the vampire on the other end of the line muttered excuse after excuse. If Sloane could have, he would have sworn he was about to have an aneurysm from the stress. He was surrounded by idiots. “I don’t care about your excuses! What the fuck happened?” he leaned over his phone, braced his hands on either side. He raked a hand over his face, trying to calm himself. “Now tell me once again. What happened?” Silence fell in the room.The informant cleared his throat before speaking, “Sir. I kept tabs on the girl and Malachy for most of the night before they slipped away, out of the ballroom at Opal Moon.”“And?” Sloane groaned out through gritted teeth, not hiding the irritation in his voice.The informant’s heavy breathi
Caramel brown liquid flowed from the decanter into the two glasses on the bookshelf. Jack took a deep breath, refusing to meet Mal’s gaze. He handed Mal a glass, then drank the entire contents of the second. “I know that you two are…um.. Jeez, Mal. This is very difficult to talk about. She’s my daughter, damn it.”Mal looked down at his glass and swirled the amber liquid before he spoke. “How long have we known each other, Jack?” He lifted his eyes to stare back at his best friend. “Decades. I am calm and deliberate. Correct?”Jack nodded in agreement.“When have you ever seen me truly smile? When have I ever stayed in one place for more than a few months? I’m crazy in love with your daughter, Jack.” He waited for Jack to say something, to say anything. But silence filled the space between them.Jack walked around his desk to stand in front of the window that overlooked the backyard. His eyes fell on the tattered swing that hung from a low tree branch. He smiled to himself.Malachy wal
The fresh smell of coffee made Claire stir in her bed. Still a little groggy, she rolled over to a set of muscular arms that wrapped around her. She snuggled even closer and nuzzled into his neck. “You’ll be the perfect man if you have food and coffee on the nightstand for me,” she joked.Mal sighed deeply and leaned away from her to grab a steaming mug and bowl. “Lucky for you, I am pretty perfect,” he teased. “Here. Sit up. Be careful, it’s still pretty hot.” He helped Claire sit up and relax against the headboard before he handed her the coffee.She greedily wrapped her hands around the ceramic mug, held it to her lips and inhaled the fumes deeply with closed eyes. “Ah. I didn’t think I could love you more. Thank you.” She gently kissed his lips and sipped her black coffee with closed eyes. “Have we heard anything from Opal Moon?” Eager eyes searched his as she took a bite out of the oatmeal, waiting for Mal to respond. He couldn’t help thinking how incredible she was. So much happ
Her mind was reeling. Tonight was turning out to test her mental abilities. She closed her eyes and put her fingers to her temples, attempting to rub out the headache she felt creeping up. Claire felt dizzy as she slowly swayed.“Whoa now. Here, sit back down and take another drink.” Mal ushered her back to the bed and gave her a glass of water. With unsteady hands, she drank its entire contents. “I know it’s a lot to comprehend right now…”“Yeah. No shit.”Her response made him smirk, which he couldn’t hide. “Love. Take a few deep breaths.” After a few moments, she composed herself, then her weary eyes met his. “So I’m not human?”Mal sat beside her and pulled her to his side. “Oh, you’re still human, just a different breed. It’s been a long time since the Hunters have been in our thoughts. We believed them to be damn near extinct decades ago. We used them as horror stories to scare the young. But I honestly can’t think of any other explanation.”She shot up and took a few confident
Her mind went blank. “What the fuck are you talking about, Mal?” Se quickly pulled her hand away and stood up. She needed space away from him. The hurt was evident on his face that he didn’t want her to walk away, but she couldn’t think with him touching her.She stared straight into his eyes. “I need you to be very clear here, Mal. Your next words better not be ‘I killed your parents.’”Mal chuckled slightly, then placed her hands in his. “I did not kill your parents, Love. Rogue vampires did — that much of it is true.”She let out a deep sigh, waiting for him. “Well, that’s good.” Urging him to continue, she crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow.“I should start from the beginning, but please sit back down.” He patted the spot on the bed she had vacated. His eyes pleading, “Please, Claire.”She nodded her head, wrapped the blanket over her shoulders, and calmly took her seat. Her fingers fiddled with a loose thread for a few seconds before Mal’s hands held hers, stopp







