I can’t.
Skyla chewed her lip. “Are you coming to bed soon?” Her wings fluttered as she gave the bear a coy smile.
“Yes, little flower. The mage and I need to discuss some things first, and then I’ll be there. Now go.” Skyla pouted but did as she was told. A few minutes later, scented steam drifted downstairs.
“There’s a hot spring in a cavern a few miles from here,” Thorrin explained as he poured me a glass of elkwine. “If the weather weren’t so bad, I’d have taken her there and we could have spent the night. But it’s safer here. Less chance of us being buried in an avalanche.” The wolf reappeared with a stack of snow-dusted logs in his arms. “Although I wouldn’t complain if the wolf got buried for a few hours.”
“You’re just jealous because Skyla prefers me,” Rex said with a smirk, not offended in the slightest.
“Go keep her company for a bit. I need to talk to the mage.”
Rex stiffened. “Are we in danger again?”
Thorrin shook his head. “Not that I know of, so go. Make sure you keep her busy for a good hour.”
The wolf relaxed. “I’ll keep her busy alright.All night.” He winked at us and bounded upstairs. We heard a loud splash a few seconds later, followed by a peal of laughter.
“Fucking wolf.” Thorrin rolled his eyes and then turned to me. “Now tell me about the demon attacks.”
40
Kai
“What’s that, fish boy? The best way to kill a vamp, you ask?” Zane twirled a vicious-looking blade he’d plucked from nowhere. “Beheading them works. Or plucking out their heart and burning it.”
If I weren’t so upset about Raven abandoning me after we mated, I’d have laughed. The incubus really was an asshole.
“Zane!” Raven glared at the incubus while the vampire pinned her to the bed and licked her neck. It was kind of gross. And also a bit hot. “Nobody’s killing my vampire!”
“Your vampire, little witch,” the stupid vampire agreed.
“Okay, I get why you want him, pet. He is sort of pretty now that he looks less emaciated and not quite so corpse-like,” Zane agreed. “Oh wait, he’s rocking the corpse aesthetic because he’s dead. Or is it undead?”
The vampire growled. “You’ll be the dead one if you don’t let me feed from my mate.”
“Me? Dead?” The incubus scoffed loudly. “I’d like to see you try. Me and Brenda here will take your head before you get within five feet of me.”
“Brenda? Who’s Brenda?” Raven scrunched her brow in confusion, clearly having issues following the incubus’ meandering nonsense. As was I. Even the bear scratched his head, and he had spent way more time with the incubus than I had.
“Have you not seen that human series about the zombies?” Zane tutted. “It was awesome. I binged it in a weekend after the headmaster banished me from campus for unsavory acts I may or may not have committed. One of the dudes in it named his baseball bat Lucille. I thought it was cool, so I named my blade Brenda! See? Alliteration is sexy, pet. Just like you.” He smirked while swinging the blade around in a menacing arc.
When the damn thing shaved a few hairs off the bear’s head, he snarled.
“Enough!” The furniture shuddered as if an earthquake had hit the mountain. Even the incubus went silent. “Raven isn’t a bottomless blood bag. Can’t you wait until we get off this island?”
The vampire licked his lips, his entire focus on the witch’s creamy neck. I noted the bulging muscles in his shoulders and wondered how strong he was when fully powered up.
My tutors had told me vampires possessed inhuman strength, even when they looked puny. Which this guy definitely did not, despite being starved for months.
“I need to feed at least one more time or I won’t be strong enough to travel without attacking one of you.” He smirked. “Unless you’re volunteering, big guy.” The vampire propped himself up on one elbow and scanned the bear from head to toe while licking his lips and offering a glimpse of a fang. I could barely contain my shudder. Vamps gave me the creeps. “I betyou could handle me,” the vamp purred in a way that suggested he was talking about more than feeding.
“In your fucking dreams!” Maverick’s shoulders bunched as his fists sprouted fur and claws. I stepped back to avoid being squashed by an angry bear while the incubus laughed.
“Ooh, interesting,” Zane chortled. “I like the way you think, blood boy.”
The vampire turned his creepy red gaze to the incubus. “It’s Prince Rasmus to you, incubus.”
But Zane just rolled his eyes, undeterred. “Sure, whatever, but unless you want the grumpy bear to eat you up, Goldilocks, I’d play nice if I were you.”
