Pruitt
“Whoa,” exclaimed as the absence of Griff’s body under him caused him to fall into Uriah’s lap. “And I thought it was vampires with the super-speed.”
“Never underestimate a twink on a mission, eh?” Uriah shrugged. “Guess pointing out a couple of grays is a big no-no for boyfriends as much as it is for girlfriends. Feels like it’s just coming back to me, but I remember thinkin’ Regina was gonna leave me tied up to this big old cross in Burgundy ’til the sun came up when I first said somethin’ about hers.”
The two heard Griff’s concerned gasp—what almost sounded like a scream coming from ’s bathroom—just as dramatic music reverberated from the horror movie still playing.
“I’m guessing it’s more than just that,” replied .
“I mean, what? He knows better than anyone that we clearly have no hang-ups on hair color preference in bed,” Uriah said with a wink.
“Yeah, well, I think she’s the issue. It’s not every day your psycho ancestor tries to assassinate you. Plus, I’d have a complex, too, if I had one inkling of a thought I might turn out like her. I know you probably never had one, but there’s an old saying of ‘it runs in the family.’ So, give him a couple minutes,” replied .
“Hey! I did, too. At least I think so, anyway. Memory still feels a bit foggy from said psycho ancestor’s little curse. Remembering bits and pieces as it goes. Mostly me running around Europe ‘causing mischief back in my bad boy days. How’s yours coming along, by the way?”
“Things come back to me here and there,” replied, falling deep into thought. “Almost like something in the present triggers a memory I forgot I had.”
Uriah pressed a kiss into his cheek. “Well, maybe this has nothing to do with Odessa. Maybe Griff had a nightmare that you were, I don’t know, eating him,” added the vampire.
rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right.”