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“Where are we going?”
“Headhunters,” Cian answered. “Seems like your kinda place. ”
She couldn't help but roll her eyes. “Yeah, okay, fine. I used to hang out there on occasion. ”
“I figured that. Live bands. Sweaty guys with long hair and tattoos. ”
“Shut up,” she said with exasperation. But she was pleased in a way that he had her pegged. Of course, in some ways she was a stereotype, but she didn't care. She had tried on a lot of looks and personas when she came to Austin as a student. It was when hanging out with the metalheads that she finally felt accepted. Plus she loved metal, so it worked out just fine. She had even played drums for a few bands and slept with the lead singers, of course.
He laughed and said, “Eh, you just look like the girl who'd be hanging out there and dancing all sexy to music that sounds like just noise to me. ”
“Yeah? And how would you know?”
“I've got to spread my hunting around,” he answered. “I sometimes have a bit of a wild metal diva to entertain myself. ”
They reached 6th Street and headed down the sidewalk that was slowly growing crowded. Thursday night was much busier than Wednesday and lots of college students were out and about. Strolling past the clubs that were just gearing up for the long night, the various tattoo parlors and tourist trap stores, they fell into an easy pace with each other.
“Um, wild metal divas, huh? Is that what you call us?”
He shrugged. “Goth girls are tasty, too. ”
“Go to the hip hop club and grind on girls, too?”
Giving her a surprisingly warm smile, he said, “Why, yes I do. ”
“You really are an equal opportunity guy. ”
“Maybe. ”
“Does Samantha go with you?”
“No. No. I hunt alone. Except for tonight. It's a personal thing. It's just you and your prey and the thrill of the hunt. ”
“But aren't you kinda domesticated now that you live in your own barn?”
Giving her a sharp look, he studied her expression, then gave her a lazy shrug. “Maybe. ”
Amaliya smiled at him and bumped him with her shoulder. “You're all bashful over being the nice vampire!”
Cian frowned at her. “I am not. ”
“Oh, you so are. You're all freaking mean to me when I show up, but now I can see you're all Mr. Nice Vampire. ”
“I am not. I could kill you where you stand!”
“Oh, yeah?” She laughed at him and skipped away and into the doorway of a tattoo parlor. “Do it in front of all these people?”
Cian passed her and gave her an annoyed look.
She hurried along to catch up with him and tucked her hands into her jean pockets. “Aw, c'mon. It is kinda funny. You're all old and stuff and getting married to Barbie. ”
“Don't call her that,” Cian growled.
“Okay, Blondie, and meanwhile you prowl the streets of Austin hopping into clubs to take a little sip here and there, but going home to the missus afterwards. I think its kinda cute. I'm being instructed by freaking Ward Cleaver. ”
Cian grabbed her wrist tightly and tugged her around to face him. His eyes blazed at her and it was clear he was pissed off. But surrounded by all the people moving up and down the sidewalks, laughing and talking as they anticipated a night of revelry, she wasn't afraid. He wouldn't hurt her here.
Besides, from the look on his face, he was mad, but he was feeling what she was.
