I’ve mentioned Midnight Wildes a few times over recent weeks. This morning, I realized I’ve told you nothing about it. So, let me introduce you to one of the key characters, Isabella. After Midnight Loyalties, she returned to Chicago, but when I began writing Midnight Wildes, and she found out half the story was in Las Vegas, she said she had to be there. She loves Vegas. Hung around in the old days, when it wasn’t much more than a hotel or two with a few casinos.
Before she takes over today’s blog, you should know she’s a gifted artist, an experienced security guard, and a short-tempered vampire.
Vegas is my kind of town. Bright lights, lots of cash, cool nights, hot men, fast cars, and lots of cash. Oh, I said that already. Habits. Back in the day, we thought it was it was the tops, but if I could’ve seen then what it would become, I never would have left. Well, Leonard used to rule here. Hated the old prick. Glad I didn’t stay, or I could’a ended up working for him, not that Mary would have let me – for long. She’s always saying she has plans for me…. Whatever. More time for me to have a good time.
When Cesar asked me to come with him and keep an eye on CC. I jumped at the chance. Who knew it would end like this?
No, it’s not the end. I can’t be.
The lights were so beautiful, but I was so scared. Not that I’m going to let Wayne know. He’s an old scaredy-cat. All the vamps in Vegas are. They can’t know how scared I am. That would end us for sure.
No one’s supposed to notice the High Tower Casino, but there it was, taller than any casino on the Strip, with those gorgeous clouds of golds and greens and whites and blues glowing and flowing in and out and around each other and the tower. I couldn’t paint a prettier picture, and I’m an excellent painter.
People on the streets pointed at it, talked about, took selfies. It was a show they’re going to tell their friends about. Wayne said vamps disappear when bright white lights start flashing, but these weren’t just a bright white lights. Those colors: Amazing how they mingled and moved.
Wayne, he manned up and stood next to me on the roof to watch the lights and the people below dancing and drinking on Fremont Street. I give him credit for putting on a front, but he’s worse than an old dog: he wants to growl a lot but whines when the going gets tough. Still, he came out to stand with me. It was his people who disappeared.
Ramon, the rat, should have been in the casino with Cesar and the girls. But then Cesar didn’t want me there either, and he hired me to keep CC safe. I like her. She’s gotta good heart. Those are to find. And Eugene, damn it, I like her, too. I didn’t want to – such a flake, a werewolf, but she’s cool. She’s got awesome tats. You should see her sleeves.
Ramon’s driving all around town. I couldn’t stop him even if I wanted to try. The rat can get around.
But me, I’m staying right here. Cesar loves these fountains, said he was here when they were turned on. Figures. He’ll come here, unless… He’ll be here. He’ll bring CC and Eugene with him. Nobody messes with Cesar.
But this is magic, magic that uses lights, lights vamps can’t fight.
Peace,
L.K. Latham
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