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Jane's door is open, and I find my vampire sitting on the floor across from her friend, flipping through albums and giggling. I knock on the door jamb and wait for them to invite me in.
"Edward, come in," Jane cheers, patting the spot next to her on the floor.
"No, Edward." Bella covers her face in mortification. "Don't."
"What have the two of you been up to?"
Jane waves a vintage photograph around. "Come look at your mate in all her jazz baby glory."
"I hate you," Bella mutters when I take the photo.
I try my best not to laugh at the picture of Bella and Jane. Dressed to the nines, arms wrapped around each other in a crowded room. The jeweled headpieces, the long strings of pearls, and feathered boas. The look on my vampire's face is one of utter discomfort.
"What's going on here?" I ask in an even voice.
"Jane frequented that speakeasy to hunt for her next meal," Bella replies behind her hands.
"Okay ..."
"You've heard of the mythical beasts the succubi?"
I nod.
Bella points to the vampire sitting across from her. "Meet the woman behind the fable."
Jane doesn't stand but gestures like she's bowing. "Proud legend at your service."
She pulls me back down beside her and proceeds to embarrass the ever-loving shit out of my mate. Bella has lived a long time, and she's gone through a lot of different styles.
"I think this one might be my favorite." I show her the photo of her at Woodstock.
Bell bottoms, halter top, and daisies painted on bare skin.
Jane cackles. "Bella tried smoking pot."
"Oh, Lord. Will you please shut up?"
But Jane doesn't stop. "Freaked out a bunch of burnouts with her ability to hit a twelve-foot bong without so much as a cough."
The elevator dings, and Bella moves at warp speed, collecting all the proof of her past indiscretions and shutting the box before the girls join us.
"Are we having a powwow?" Alice jokes, and Jane rolls around the floor howling.