Mabs whipped her head toward Jasper with the speed of a striking cobra. You. Cowboy Delicious. Your aura is like someone put cinnamon in a shotgun. All spice and violence wrapped in Southern charm. Fascinating. Do you always look this good when you’re confused, Sexy Boots?
Jasper blinked, caught between offended and intrigued.
Bella turned toward him, stunned. “Wait—you can hear her now?”
Jasper hesitated. “Sort of. It’s like… she let me in.”
I did, Mabs purred. You passed the vibe check. Most vampires have the emotional intelligence of a parking meter.