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The shaggy eyebrows went up, but he didn’t say anything, just took the bottle away and shambled into the back.
Claire was going to be worried. It was going on sixteen hours since I’d left the house, and I needed to call her. I also needed to get the ball rolling with Elyas, or at least make the attempt. But I didn’t want to do either. I didn’t want to think at all. I wanted to keep drinking until I was so staggeringly smashed that I couldn’t remember how stupid I’d been.
But I wasn’t sure Leo had that much in stock.
He returned and sat a small blue bottle on the table in front of me. I drank the contents straight, keeping pace for three shots with the cigarettes a guy at the bar was chain-smoking, until I started to feel the burn. Then I slowed down and stared at the TV without seeing it.
It was just the novelty of it, I told myself. A vampire who didn’t act like I might go for his throat at any minute was a new experience, much less one who talked to me like a person, who held me like I might be fragile and who bought me silly, soft clothing, like he wanted to know how it felt against my skin….
I decided the whole not-thinking thing had been the best plan, after all.
Another inch gone and the glass hit the table, tipped and rolled off the edge. Leo slid into the opposite seat. “Want to talk about it?”
“No. Want to get wasted.” I started to retrieve my errant glass, but succeeded only in hitting my forehead on the very hard tabletop.
“I think you’re already there,” he told me, and pushed my hair out of my eyes. His face was craggy and scarred, but his mouth was soft, the eyes assessing my condition without judgment. “If you were anyone else, I’d say it was man trouble.”
“He’s not a man.” Not anymore.
Leo raised those caterpillar eyebrows. “Some Weres can be very nice.”
“Not Were, either.” I took a drink straight from the bottle and wondered why I hadn’t gone home to get shit-faced. Oh, yeah. I hadn’t wanted to drive that far.
“You’re dating a demon?” He leaned forward. “What kind? And don’t tell me it’s one of those damn incubi. They get all the pretty girls.”
Leo was only the first part of a half-hour-long name, but it fit. His type of demon has vaguely leonine features, and he always wore his sandy blond hair long. Like all bartenders, he could be damn talkative, although usually he had more tact than this.
“Just drop it, Leo.”
“I knew it. It is an incubus. Useless damn things—”
I slammed down the bottle. “It’s not a demon, okay? And can I please get drunk in peace?”
“Not a—Oh, no.” He looked shocked. “You’re not dating a fey. You can’t trust those bastards, Dory. Ask anybody.”
“Just because they overcharge you for your supply—”
“It’s price-gouging,” he said resentfully. “They know nobody but fey can make the stuff, so they set the price as whatever they want and we damn well have to pay! You don’t want to have dealings with them.”
“Funny thing—they say the same about demons. And he’s not fey.”
Leo wrinkled his massive forehead. “Not human, Were, demon or fey? What’s left?”
“Hey, once you go vamp, you never go back,” Ray said from the depths of the duffel.
Leo jumped. “What the—”
Something buzzed against my hip. It was my phone, wedged up against me inside the duffel bag. I almost didn’t answer it, but it was Mircea, and I was going to have to talk to him sooner or later. Considering how that usually went when I was sober, I decided to try it drunk for once.
“You’re dating a vampire?” Leo asked, looking shocked.
“No, just boinking,” Ray told him.
“I’m not—That’s not even a word,” I told him, and hit TALK.
“Dorina?” Mircea wasn’t putting so much effort into the dulcet tones this time, I noticed.
“Yeah?”
