Wordless: new adult paranormal romance (Age of Blood Book 1) by May Sage Page B

any of that crap,” the vampire stressed, before leaving her alone with her offensive wardrobe, wondering who the hell “she” could be.
    Soon enough, she had an answer.
    “She” was Aphrodite, Bathsheba, Juliet, Medusa, and every female so stunning poets and painters had had no choice but to represent them over the ages, all rolled into one.
    Fay was dumbstruck, completely blown away. The entire scene happened before she could regain her wits and manage to utter a word. 
     
    Vampires were generally more attractive than most of the population. Over ninety percent of them had been made by an immortal, because they’d either earned it, or slept their way through the path to immortality. That meant only beautiful or highly gifted people made the cut, and the vampirisation process made them more exceptional yet; they ended up as a healthier version of themselves – both in mind and body.
    Good looks were easier to come by than remarkable skills, hence why nine vampires out of ten could have featured on the cover of a fashion magazine; but the creature that joined them was another matter altogether. She wasn’t beautiful; that common word didn’t cut it.
    Her knee-length strawberry blond hair shone like soft, newly made plastic, every single one of her feature was perfect – heart-shaped face, little turned up nose, long lashes. Nature shouldn’t have added up all of those blessings in one individual.
    “I’m delighted to bump into you,” she said to Agnes, in particular, her voice sweet, melodious. “I was so lonely by myself.”
    Her adorable pout made Fay want to give her a hug; an achievement, considering that female unmistakably belonged to the bloodsucking variety. Most vampires retracted their fangs unless they were feeding, but she hers were unabashedly extended, flashing whenever she smiled.
    They looked cute. How the hell could fangs – elongated canines designed to cut through human skin – look cute?
    “You must be the new girl. I’m Charlotte,” she introduced herself, holding up a hand Fay shook numbly. “We’ll be living together.”
    Fay couldn’t even pretend to be upset; sure, learning that the vampire who featured in her fantasies was taken brought a pang of disappointment, but one only had to look at that magnificent woman to understand they belonged together.
    It also explained why William hadn’t been even remotely interested in using Fay – unlike every vampire she’d met before him. Of course , he would be faithful to a woman such as her.
    For all her beauty, Charlotte wasn’t even a little bit catty. She eagerly shook her hand, friendly, welcoming, and if Fay wasn’t mistaken, she also briefly winked her way, before turning back towards Agnes. “I’ll stay with you, if you don’t mind.”
    Despite the gracious formulation, there was no way to decline that “request”. Fay just watched and learned her display of quiet, assured dominance.
    Charlotte wasn’t much taller than her, yet everything in her stance silently proclaimed that she was in control here.
    Fay hadn’t noticed them at first, but now she saw the pupils under her long lashes; ageless, cold sky blue eyes. Shit. She was an ancient, too. That explained her commanding presence, but not her soft, approachable demeanor. The conundrum got her frowning for so long she could already feel another headache coming.
    Meanwhile, Agnes magically lost the bulk of the unattractive outfits, and started to choose things that were actually likely to fit and suit Fay. Cute high necklines, sleeveless tops, bold red and bright yellows perfect against her skin, backless blouses, Peplum coats and dresses that showed off her waist, wide belts, and yes, plunge necklines, too – but not the kind that were meant to show off the goods; simple, casual, loose-fitted ones that gave her a careless look.
    Now she had one – or two – women in her corner, Fay did manage to find her voice. She said no, twice. She asked to walk around the