The Lying, the Witch, and the Werewolf
Down & Dirty Supernatural Cleaning Services Book 4
Kate Karyus Quinn
Demitria Lunetta
Marley Lynn
Copyright © 2021 by Kate Karyus Quinn, Demitria Lunetta, and Marley Lynn
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Contents
Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Also by the Authors
About the Authors
Acknowledgments
Preface
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1
I turned my boyfriend into a vampire, and now he won’t answer my calls.
Well, I say boyfriend, but it’s been three months since I’ve seen him, so I think it’s safe to say I’m officially dumped, and being dumped does not make a girl feel awesome…especially when I deserved it.
When I found him on the floor of his apartment, near death, Liam flat out told me to let him go, that he’d rather be regular dead than a member of the living dead. But I went against his wishes. I took that needle full of vampire venom and plunged it into his heart.
Maybe it was selfish. Maybe it was me holding onto the last bit of normality I had. But it doesn’t matter now whether he’s normal, nice, British human Liam, or sullen, moody, vampire Liam.
Because neither one of them is in my life.
Well, not willingly. I’ve been keeping tabs on him, either as a result of guilt, love, or my complete inability to come to terms with our sudden severance.
I sigh and park my van in front of the client’s house, a nice modern two-story with a ton of windows. The woman who called to hire me had sounded young, and with a voice so low and husky I’d almost hung up on her at first, thinking it was another prankster trying to get me to have phone sex with them. Dad did warn me about going with the pin-up look for the logo for the Down & Dirty cleaning business, but it earns me more work than headaches, so I’ll take it. After chatting with the potential client a bit more, I decided she was legit. So here I am, ready for my appointment.
Before going in, I give my ex-sister-in-law and current housemate, Shauna, a call. “Any difference?” I ask.
“Liam’s the same as he was yesterday,” she tells me. “He hasn’t left his room. He barely interacts with the other vamps in the house.”
“Thanks for keeping an eye on him,” I say. As a fae-vamp hybrid, Shauna has access to Liam’s new world in a way that I don’t. It’s a lot to ask of her—three months of surveillance on my ex. But that girl owes me. She lives with me rent-free.
Like I said, my ex-human, ex-boyfriend was the last bit of normality I had.
“No problem, but it’s starting to get creepy.”
“I’m just concerned for him,” I say, sliding into the back of the van and gathering up my supplies.
“Maybe the first week made sense for you to be concerned, when he lost his job and moved into a vampire halfway house,” Shauna tells me. “Now it’s getting stalkery.”
“Don’t joke about that,” I say. I have my own stalker to deal with. VSK—the Vampire Serial Killer—is the whole reason Liam ended up like this. “Is he getting enough blood?” I ask, trying to dispel thoughts of VSK from my mind.
“They limit his blood intake,” Shauna reminds me. “Newly-turned vamps can go crazy with blood lust if they get too much.”
“I know, I know,” I say, slamming the van’s door a little too hard. Vanna gives me a honk and I apologize. “Look, I gotta go. I guess you can stop shadowing Liam. He doesn’t want to see me. And he seems to be under control.”
“Okay, I’m going to hit up a Great Ghosting grief counseling meeting later. Wanna come?”
“No, I’m good.” I’ve been to a few meetings with her, and though they make Shauna feel way better, they didn’t really do anything for me.
“You can’t just keep everything inside, Paige,” Shauna starts and I roll my eyes. She was a hot mess after her wife disappeared along with a bunch of other people, including my parents. One second they were there and the next—gone. No reason. No explanation. Just poof. That was nearly three years ago. Shauna got big into drugs. Then her brother died. She was a flaming dumpster fire.
Now that she’s clean—off the fae drug of choice, beauty—she thinks she’s my personal life coach.
“Oh, gotta go,” I say quickly and hang up.
Closing my eyes, lean against the van and allow myself a minute to feel my feelings.
The truth is, these last three months have been a struggle. My heart is like a rock inside my chest and the weight of it spreads to my limbs during the long afternoon hours. By the end of the day, my body is so heavy I can barely get up all the stairs to my attic bedroom.
I’ve had broken hearts before, but this is different.
If Liam had never met me his life would still be normal. Human normal, I mean. VSK targeted Liam because of me. He also went after my cop friend. Luckily, McGinnis got away, but he messed himself up pretty bad kicking his way out of VSK’s car and now clumps around in one of those boot casts. The last update I got from him, he said he might even need surgery.
I can’t stand the idea of VSK hurting someone else I care about. He’s been quiet since he went after Liam and McGinnis, but I know he’s not done. He’s just biding his time. All I can do is wait and hope that the next person he comes after...is me.
In the meantime, though, the bills still gotta be paid.
I lug my bucket and cleaning supplies to the front door and knock. A handsome twenty-something man opens it and grins. He’s covered in blood.
“You’re here! That’s great, just...small hiccup,” he tells me, moving aside so I can enter the hall. “My wife is still in labor. I should have called, but it slipped my mind.”
“You have more important things to deal with,” I tell him, eyeing the bloody footsteps on the wood floor. He could have thrown a freaking towel down at least.
“It’s coming,” someone shouts. “The baby is crowning!”
He rushes off and I follow behind to a large bathroom. A woman is in a tub filled with crimson water, and blood coats the walls. Between her legs is another woman, who also looks about twenty-five.
I have no idea how old any of them actually are. Vampires don’t age. If the wife�
��s super sexy voice over the phone hadn’t clued me in that my new employers were vamps, the smell of the powerful sunblock vamps use has done the trick. I smelled it as soon as I walked in the door, a little tang under the heavy smell of copper.
In a flood of blood, the midwife pulls the baby out and it cries, its wailing somehow endearing. My ears suddenly turn hot and I feel my face redden. The man rushes to his wife and I stand awkwardly to the side. I could come back later, but honestly, I’d rather scrub off the blood while it’s still wet—less work that way.
The midwife turns and smiles at me. “Oh, looks like somebody might have a touch of baby fever!”
“What?” I ask, backing away, warding her off with my mop.
“You’re flushed,” she says, reaching for my cheek. Her palm is cool against my skin and I relax a little. “It’s the hormones,” the midwife confides. “Your body is reacting to the baby.”
She gives me a quick once over, her vamp eyes assessing my human frailties. “You’re what? Mid-fifties?”
“Thirties, thank you very much,” I snap back.
“Sorry,” she shrugs. “Vamps aren’t very good at judging human age. But don’t worry.” She pats my wrist. “You’ve got time.”
“I don’t—”
“This must be a lot,” she motions toward my mop and then around the blood-spattered room. It looks like someone was murdered here. Vamps have more blood inside their bodies than is scientifically possible. There’s a particularly nasty gif circulating among the Humans First group of a vamp being hit by a car. He just kind of explodes like a water balloon. But one filled with blood.
“It’s actually not my first vampire birth,” I tell her and am pleased to see that now it’s her turn to be taken aback. “I’ll start on the hallway,” I announce. “Then I’ll tackle in here.”
Some people hate cleaning, but I like it. It’s satisfying to make something dirty look brand new. It also lets me focus on a simple, obtainable goal, instead of thinking about all the crappy things in my life.
Like my ex-husband Jax who is playing house with his new witch girlfriend. Or my ex-boyfriend Brent who is a murderer and Humans First senator. Or the fact that a vampire serial killer is obsessed with me...and forced me to turn my boyfriend into a vampire or let him die.
Hmmmm, maybe I shouldn’t call Shauna’s life a dumpster fire. People in flaming bins shouldn’t throw garbage.
By the time I clean the hall and start on the bathroom the happy new parents are all showered off and cooing to their new baby in the nursery. The woman looks like she just ran a 5k and then did a shampoo commercial, all sheeny and glowing. The dad looks at his wife and kid like they’re the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.
He catches me staring. “Sorry about the mix up. I booked you as soon as she started labor; I thought it would be like the others...done in twenty minutes.” He laughs. “But this little guy had other plans!” He makes googly eyes at the baby and I can feel a tug at my heartstrings.
“How many other children do you have?” I ask.
“This is ten,” the woman tells me. I look around. There’s no indication of other children in the house.
“Our other kids are grown,” the man tells me. “We like to wait at least thirty years before trying again. It makes things easier on us.”
I nod. The couple do not look a day over twenty-five, but that’s the age most vamps look. “How long have you two been together?” I ask, more to be polite. I’m eyeing the bathroom down the hall. It doesn’t take long for all that bloody water to dry on the tile.
“We just celebrated our half millennium,” the woman says, not taking her eyes off the baby.
I nearly drop my mop. “You’ve been together for five hundred years?” I ask.
The man nods. “A lot of vampires marry for political gain, but we fell in love. And once a vamp falls in love, well, we’re a fiercely loyal bunch.”
I think of Shauna; she was born a fae and turned vamp, but she still loves Tina with a passion that I can only hope to one day feel for someone. I had thought Liam might be that person. And now he’s not a person anymore. Not a human, anyway. Now that he’ll live forever like any other vamp, it’s totally possible he’ll hate me for a half millennium. It’s not exactly the mark I hoped to leave on the world.
I trudge to the bathroom and try to lose myself in my job but I keep thinking about the vampire couple being together for five centuries. My marriage to Jax didn’t even last five years. My dating Liam lasted about five minutes.
“We read about you on Friendbook,” the husband tells me from the doorway. “We appreciate all you’re doing for the supernatural community.”
“I just clean up people’s messes,” I tell him.
“That’s not true. You helped that vampire get away from the mob at the Humans First rally a few months ago. Plus you shut down that awful supe adoption agency that was stealing babies. And Super Au Naturel, what a shithole. We never went there, but you hear things. You got that place busted up.”
I look up at him. “I’m just really good at being in the wrong place at the wrong time,” I tell him.
“Well, a lot of supes are talking about you.”
“Greeeeat,” I say. Business has picked up lately and my clients are all exclusively supernatural beings. I really do not feel comfortable being supe famous...especially if some of my old social media posts ever are dug up.
I wasn’t exactly kind about the influx of non-humans when it first began. I’ve changed in a lot of ways, but my Dad and I started this business as a way to help other humans clean up after a supe trashed their house—or their lives. I never meant to become a housekeeper to the paranormals. But I have to admit, most supes are friendlier than the average human. And they pay better, too.
“Can I ask you about being a vampire?” I blurt out. “I know someone who was recently turned…
The man shakes his head. “Oh, that’s tough. Turned vamps have a really tough time. Is he limiting his blood intake?”
I nod. “I think so. He won’t really talk to me.”
“That’s normal. Turned vamps…”—he shudders—“they have it bad. It used to be that the vamp who turned another would be responsible for them. Make sure they didn’t go off the rails and drain an entire medieval city. Since we were all exposed, things have gotten dire. Newly-turned vamps are turning others. It’s terrible.” He sees the look on my face but quickly adds, “There are programs now, though.”
“He’s in a house,” I tell him, my voice grows thick with emotion. The halfway house is the best place for him, but when I picture him there, I know with a certainty, deep in the pit of my stomach, that he hates it. Years ago vamps tortured him and his mother. To be surrounded by them, to be one of them—I cut off the thoughts, knowing I’ll just spiral into a dark place.
Clearing my throat, I add, “It’s for newly-turned vamps.”
“That’s good. They know what they’re doing.” He turns to go back to the nursery but I call out to him.
“What’s it like being with the same person for five hundred years?” I ask.
Eager to answer, he turns back around. “When it’s the right person, it’s fantastic. Honestly, it feels like time has flown by. I look forward to the next five hundred years.”
I smile, though I’m sure it looks strained. “That is...so...great…” I say between clenched teeth.
Fuck vampires and their pure eternal love.
I mop up the blood and try not to think about how nice that actually sounds.
2
After I scrub every little bit of blood from the vampires’ house, I head back to my office.
Well, I say my office, but two months ago a freak hurricane took the roof off the building my office was in. New Jersey didn’t get weather like that when I was a little kid, but ever since the supes and gods came out of hiding, sometimes a hurricane just happens because someone with too much power is having a temper tantrum.
Insurance paid o
ut on my stuff that was destroyed, but didn’t cover a new office space. In an unfortunate bit of timing, I’d just recently drained my rainy-day savings buying my housemate new shoes (long story) and I was even more broke than usual.
In the end, I had no choice but to share. I quickly discovered that a lot of businesses were not interested in going halfsies with me once they realized I specialized in supe clean-ups. I was seriously considering working out of the back of Vanna when a certain werewolf P.I. made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.
I stare at the window of our joint office. One side has my logo, the Down & Dirty Supernatural Cleaning Service with the cute maid, modelled on yours truly. The other side has Nico’s logo: Eye Wide Open Investigations, which pretty much looks like the Eye of Sauron, but less vagina-like. I sigh and get out of Vanna, who gives me a conciliatory honk. One day I’ll have enough money to get my own office again.
“But today is not that day,” I whisper to myself as I pull open the door. I let out a sigh of relief, no Nico. I’m not avoiding him, exactly, it just makes life easier when I don’t see him. He’s all animal magnetism and simmering sex…
“Um-hem,” someone clears their throat and I whirl around. A very attractive middle-aged woman sits in the waiting area. She eyes me.
“Can I help you?” I ask.
“I’m here to see Nico Tralano,” she informs me.
I sigh. “I don’t know anything about his schedule…”
Her perfect eyebrows form what I’m sure she considers to be an example of mock outrage. I decide not to tell her she just looks constipated. “Isn’t it your job to know these things?”
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