“Those are the only three I know about.”
“Were any of them the underground ones?”
“No, they weren’t.”
He should have known there were underground vamp clubs, but hanging out with vamps wasn’t his idea of a good time. Cassidy was the first one he hadn’t gone out of his way to avoid. When Dante removed his pad and pen from another inner pocket, his fingers brushed against one of the stakes he kept there.
Chapter Seven
“Canyou tell me where they’re located?” he asked.
Cassidy had never been one for a guy in uniform or cop shows, but it was pretty hot when Dante got that serious look on his face and went into detective mode.
“No, I can’t,” she said. When Dante glanced at her, she saw his confusion and rushed to explain. “I’ve never been to one before, and they move. You have to know where to go to find them.”
“Can you tell me where to go?”
“They’rerealvampire bars. Have you ever been to one of those?”
Dante lowered his pen. “No, have you?”
“No.”
But Kyle had, and he’d told her where to go to get the information about them. Though she was curious about them and plied Kyle with questions, she never intended to enter one. However, she didn’t like the idea of him venturing into one of them on his own. Kyle never told her when he was going, and at least he could tell vampires and Savages apart. As a turned vamp, Dante didn’t possess that talent.
“I’ll go with you,” she offered.
“That’s not a good idea,” Dante said.
He suspected these clubs were probably far different than the three he visited tonight. She didn’t belong in them, and he wouldn’t risk getting her hurt. She opened her mouth to reply but closed it again when Kyle returned with their drinks. This time, Kyle didn’t stick around but left to fill some of the other customer’s orders.
Cassidy made sure her brother was distracted before speaking again. “You can’t tell a killer vamp from one who doesn’t kill; I can. That will help keep you from walking in there blind.”
For the second time tonight, she’d dropped another bomb on him. “You can tell the difference between a vampire who kills and one who doesn’t?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
Cassidy tapped her nose. “Purebreds can smell Savages, and believe me, they donotsmell good.”
“Holy shit,” Dante breathed at this fantastic revelation.
“They smell worse than shit.”
Dante gave a small snort of laughter before sobering. “Is that what you call the killers amongst us, Savages?”
“Yes, and I know you’re not a killer. Otherwise, you’d smell like a landfill filled with five-day-old roadkill.”
“That wouldn’t make for a good candle scent. I much prefer pumpkin spice.”
Cassidy laughed. “I prefer eucalyptus.”
“That’s a good one,” he agreed.
Cassidy almost rested her hand on his arm again, but this time, she managed to keep her fingers to herself. Still, she itched to touch him so badly she had to dig her nails into her palms to keep herself restrained.
Her eyes fell to his mouth again.What does he taste like?
