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“COME ON, WE NEEDsomewhere private.”
I went to grab her arm but changed my mind and jogged across the street. The clatter of heels followed and I heard her swear as she tried to keep up with me.
Too bad. I loved a chick in sexy heels, liked to fuck a chick in sexy heels, but not a witch who had a vampire after her.
I walked down Niagara Street, heading for Danielle’s art gallery. It was closed, being a Monday, but I had a key. Delara was currently avoiding the Talde house and Waleron, so she stayed at the gallery.
I pulled out my cell, scrolled for Delara’s name then pressed Send. It went straight to voice mail. “Breaking and Entering the gallery. Need privacy. Call me.” She’d probably think I was using her place for a quick fuck.
“Can you slow—”
“Don’t say a fuckin’ word,” I interrupted.
And she didn’t for the ten-minute walk, just the annoying click of her shoes on the pavement.
What pissed me off about this chick? Maybe the fact that she’d followed me to the bar, used her looks to get my attention, and then hit me with shit I didn’t need. I should’ve told her to screw off and jumped in the cab. But I needed to hear this, one way or another, because witches were on the same side as us whether we liked it or not.
Maybe this was no big deal. Witch chick—who looked eighteen—had been dumped by Liam and was overreacting. Made sense since Delara was his new fuck partner.
I’d listen to her sob story about how Liam was an ass then toss her in a cab and get back to drinking the rest of my day in solitude.
Stopping in front of the gallery on Queen Street, I reached in my front jean pocket and took out the keys, unlocking the door. I didn’t bother flicking on the lights and strode to the back of the gallery, saying over my shoulder, “Lock it.”
I heard the bolt click then her annoying heels again as she followed me. Opening the little fridge, I shifted the milk and orange juice aside and grabbed two beers. I shut the fridge door with my foot, and used my key to open the bottles, setting one on the counter for Abigail, or Abby, what-the-fuck-ever.
I leaned back against the counter, raised my beer, and gulped half of it back. When I lowered it, I nodded to her. “Okay, let’s hear it so I can get on with my already pisser of a week.”
She made no move to take the beer; instead, she peered at Danni’s art as if this was a private showing. Just when I was going to kick her ass out to the curb and say screw it, she turned toward me.
“I didn’t know who else to ask for help. Trinity would—”
“Fuck!” That’s where I recognized her name from, the wild-child Abigail. Rumor had it that Trinity raised this chick since she was a kid. Something about the girl’s mother, Leona, killing herself before a horde of vampires had the chance to do it.
“Great. Just fuckin’ great. Trinity’s errant witch. I should’ve known.” The one person who hated Delara—Trinity. “I get it, no need to explain. Trinity’s a vile bitch and would set you on fire if she knew you had anything to do with a vampire.”
“Yeah, something like that,” she replied, running her fingers through her hair, making the longer strands in front, which cupped her face, fall forward. “Liam’s new girl—” she began.
I snorted. Bingo. This was about a chick scorned and Delara stole her man. “If you had listened in witch class, you’d know that vampires are rarely monogamous.”
Her nose scrunched. “I’m not sleeping with him. That’s disgusting.”
I had my beer to my mouth about to take a chug, but lowered it again. “Really? Now, that surprises me.”
She glared. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I shrugged. “Sugar, you pick me up in a bar wearing a skimpy dress, fuck-me heels, and looking sexy as hell. You tell me you’re involved with Liam—a vampire who easily gets any chick he wants—and rumor is you’ve been hanging at his club. Considering you’re sexy, hot, and in his club, he’d want you. And you’re a rebel witch who likes to piss Trinity off. So, yeah, it surprises me you aren’t spreading your legs for him.”
“You’re a dick.”
“And you expect to get my help calling me a dick?”
She continued to glare, but kept her mouth shut.
I lifted my beer, chugged, and then set it down on the counter. “Fine, tell me.”
Her hair fell forward, covering her right eye, and she pushed it aside with one finger. “Delara wasn’t at the club a few nights ago.” I knew which night because she’d been shooting a game of pool with me. “And Liam looked edgy, and I’m guessing it was because she wasn’t there. I’ve seen them together at the club because, as you said, I’ve been there a lot lately.” Her eyes shifted from me to her feet and her shoulders tensed. “I’d been in a pissy mood and drinking more than I should.”
Fuck, here it comes.I could feel the unease radiating off her.
