Night Marks by Amber Lynn

sheaths at my ankles, thighs and my left wrist. I think in the human world five is probably overdoing it, but I would feel naked with any less.
    After a quick brush of my hair, I am ready for some breakfast. This morning I am not starving, so there probably won't be any fingers lost trying to feed me. I hand Jonas his phone as I join him at the little dining table. The chair I sit in wasn't built for comfort. It is solid wood and with my boney butt, it feels like bone on bone contact.
    “Smitty in a blackout room somewhere?” I ask smelling and seeing Jake in the kitchen puttering around.
    Both men are in their standard black on black ensembles. Short sleeve black shirts that show their huge biceps and black cargo pants that probably hide more knives than what I am currently carrying. I am surprised their shirts don't have security written in big block letters on the back. It has to be obvious to everyone they come across.
    “More or less. There is a hidey-hole in one of the bedrooms, like a cellar, that he crawled into a little before dawn. He kept muttering about how it was worse than the Dark Ages or something. Guess he has grown used to a big comfy bed.”
    “Yeah, all the vampires I know live in style. Even if he could sleep above ground, he would probably think the cottage's amenities were beneath him,” I reply as Jake hands me a plate with a big ham steak on it.
    We tend to be a red meat family, so the choice is a little weird, but I guess it will do. I did just have bacon for breakfast yesterday, so maybe it isn’t all that weird.
    “Thanks,” I say before digging in. “I want to leave in about an hour, just in case the flight is miraculously ahead of schedule. We simply have to get the chick to call her parents and give her and her new husband a ride home. What happens to the husband after that is not our concern.”
    “Are we coming back here after or heading straight home?” Jonas asks.
    “Home, most definitely. I don't think Jake will last much longer without his video games.”
    “Finally, someone is aware of my plight,” Jake responds as he starts cleaning up the kitchen. It seems the boys ate before I got up.
    “Plight, my ass,” Jonas scoffs. “You have been on your little phone chatting it up with your girlfriend all night.”
    “Oh,” I sound out like a high schooler. “Jakey has a girlfriend. How do I not know this?”
    “Probably because you don't associate with other females, so he is afraid to bring her around.”
    I have only ever met a handful of female werewolves and maybe the same number of vampires so he has a point. With my competitive, alpha nature, I don't see this changing anytime soon.
    “So, what's her name? Will I ever meet her? I will try to be nice, I promise.”
    “Girlfriend talk is off limits. She isn't my mate, so she probably won't even be around that long,” Jake says grumpily. If I didn't know better, I would think he is upset the subject has come up. It makes me think there is something he is hiding, and everyone knows I love a good mystery.
    “Come on. I am pretty sure you guys get to hear all the intimate details of my life and I haven't even had sex with either of the guys yet.”
    “I have to interject there, Princess. You may not have bumped uglies, like the kids say these days, but you pretty much have a ménage a trois any time you or Sebastian feed, so I wouldn’t say you haven't had sex with either of them,” Jonas states.
    “Blarg. That's a technicality that I cannot get around, so I don't except it. It does strengthen my case, however. Y'all know everything about my relationships and I know nothing about yours. Don't you think that is unfair?”
    “Nope. We are your guards, so we have to know what is going on in your life. As far as my personal life goes, it is off limits,” Jake says leaving the room.
    “Fine. You little baby,” I reply. “How about you, Jonas, got any girls I should know about? Are you out throwing pebbles at some