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“He’s in the rope room,” Syn says as soon as we sit at the table. “Apparently, our friend has a taste for bondage.”
“To each their own,” Yves replies before turning to me. “Do you want a drink?”
“I haven’t had enough yet?”
Yves chuckles. “I meant a regular cocktail. Tiago has a recipe that I’d swear was from the gods themselves.”
“How can I resist that?”
In a flash, a little demon twink appears beside Yves, gazing up at him like he hung the moon. “What can I get you, Master?”
Yves cups the demon’s chin affectionately. “Now, Willow, I’ve told you to call me Yves. I’m not your master.”
Willow twists his full pink lips, his eyes flashing from emerald-green to white to black as he smiles at Yves. From a distance he could blend in with any crowd of mortals, especially behind a bit of glamor, but I imagine he enjoys the freedom to be himself inside the club.
“Sorry. Mmm, how about Mr. Orpheus?”
Yves laughs, warming my chest with the sound. “Not a single soul calls me Mr. Orpheus.” Pulling his hand away, he glances at me. “Call me what you like, Willow. We’d love two house cocktails.”
Willow turns his strange gaze on me, and I’m hit with a wave of sex pheromones. Incubus. He smiles, baring sharp white teeth.
“You’re new.” He sniffs. “But you smell like Master.”
“That’s because I belong to him, little incubus. And he belongs to me, so send your energy elsewhere.”
Willow giggles. “No worries, handsome vampire. I know when my wiles are not received.” He bounces off to the bar.
Yves leans into my arm. “Willow is harmless. He loves to get people all horny and then sit back and watch the orgies that break out.”
I chuckle. “He seems fun. So demons are allowed here?”
Yves shrugs. “Sure. Any supe is as long as they behave.”
“Amazing.”
We take our seats and Willow returns a few minutes later with our drinks. He stands and watches with an expectant expression while Yves sips his. Yves raises an eyebrow.
“We don’t need your help, cupid.”
Willow titters with laughter. “But it’s so fun. You’re so happy, Master. I couldn’t help myself.”
Yves smiles. “Thank you.”
Willow waves as he leaves us.
“Did he put something in the drink?” I ask.
“Some of his thrall. It adds a bit of sweetness and a whole lot of desire, but we don’t need the help, do we?”
“No.” Rubbing Yves’s back, I focus on his eyes. “Why does Willow call you Master?”
“I rescued him from a forest circle not far from here. He’d been summoned by some teenage witches and abandoned. I scented his despair, so I went to him and released him. Since then, he’s insisted on popping up here every few weeks or so to offer his services to me.” Yves smiles fondly. “I enjoy his spirit, but I’ve never indulged.”
“Not your type?”
Yves shakes his head. “I stick with vampires. The rest are too complicated, no matter how tempting.”
“True. I’ve had a few run-ins with incubi in my life. I’m a firm ‘no thanks’ now.”
