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Zander rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat. “I told you to meet me at our home, but on second thought, why don’t you stay behind and scout for vampires. I would like to take Eva to our new home first.” He cleared his throat again. “You know … to get her accustomed to the new environment.”
“Whatever you say, maestro.” Tank gave a thumbs-up and winked. “We do what you say.” Humor danced across his face, and he nudged Otis with his elbow.
Otis wrinkled his nose. “Why does he get to have all the fun?”
Dawn’s amber eyes roamed about Zander’s body and her pouty lips curved upward. “Because you’re a beanpole and he looks like … that. And I bet yours is not as big as his. Not that I’ve seen it.”
“Nah, it’s bigger.” Otis stepped in front of Dawn and flexed his biceps, the corded muscle bulging under his warm, dark skin.
Dawn snorted and hiked an eyebrow. “Let me rephrase my statement.”
Tank leaned in and whispered something to Otis.
Otis gave an embarrassed cough and lowered his head, his locks passing his shoulders shielded his face. “Oh … well … I have no idea then.”
Tank rolled back his massive shoulders and flexed his muscles in front of Dawn. “I’ll show you something to compare, and I’ll even let you touch it.”
Snow shook her head and grabbed Tank and Otis by the ears, tugging them lower. “Come on, little boys. Let’s get out of here. You’re reeking with angel testosterone. You’re bound to draw the demons to us.”
“Ssi-bal. Ouch, Snow.” Tank took awkward steps down the alley, his body hunched as he matched Snow’s speedy pace.
“Too hard, Snow.” Otis grunted.
I laughed, enjoying the playfulness, though I had no idea what they were comparing.
“What does ssi-bal mean?” Dawn asked.
“It means fuck in Korean.” I snorted. “Snow said it a few times and she told me what it meant when I had asked her.”
“Snow cursed?” Dawn’s jaw slackened and then she ran after them. “Wait for me.”
Zander ignored our team, his mind clearly on something else. He embraced me with his arms around my waist and swallowed me whole with his velvety, supple wings.
“Let’s go home, Little Dove.”
The deep rumble of his voice sent a heated shiver through me.
He launched us into the ever-blue sky, and he showed me how much he missed me by devouring my lips. That kiss drove me wild and crazy for him.
I couldn’t wait to thank him properly at our new home the way humans did, with lots of hugs and kisses. After all, we were told to blend in.
Chapter Three
No Man’s Pub
Michael
The hinges groaned and the wooden doors swung open as I pushed my way into the tavern. Lanterns hung on wooden posts flickered and the air thickened with noise—laughter, conversation, and the clanking of tankards. I didn’t want to be here, but an old friend whom I hadn’t seen in ages asked me to come meet him at No Man’s Pub in a small town called Noroot.
I made my way to a table in the farthest corner of the room, ignoring a male vampire who was feeding on a woman's neck and a group of eight vamps staring at me like I was their next meal. As I passed the bartender, a stout, bearded man, serving drinks and passing peanuts to the customers sitting by the counter, I ran my fingers over the hilts of the daggers tucked into my waistband.
“Michael. How are you?” Gorgo rose from the table where he was seated with six demons, cracking peanut shells and drinking ale. They all looked human, yet their pitch-black eyes set them apart and gave them away as something more sinister.
I recognized one of them with his distinctive scar down his nose, the one who had come to my house with a message from Gorgo.
Gorgo opened his long arms to greet me and gave me a half-assed hug.
“Did you get taller or did I get smaller?” I took an empty seat beside him.
