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GREYSON
Greyson Verlice was livid.
The pretty witch practically sat in the othermalewitch’s lap, giggling along like it didn’t matter he had called her ass bony.
It was offensive in two ways. The first, the witch’s ass, was anything but bony. In fact, Greyson was imagining what it would be like to take a bite out of her. Not really, but that ass was meant to be treated in all kinds of ways. Good ways. Pleasurable ways. Not dissed.
The second offensive thing was simple enough.
How did that witch let someone talk to her like that? Who was that man to her, anyway? He better not be a lover, or else Greyson wouldn’t have a choice but to seduce her away and show her how a real man treated his woman.
Greyson might want to bite that ass, but only because if he ever got the chance, he would make sure he earned it. That meant treating a woman right.
The demon who had insulted the pretty witch and her friends walked by, and Greyson saw an opportunity to take out some of his aggression. The demon was no match for him. “Watch how you talk to people.”
The demon’s face flashed with fury. “What’s it to you how I talked to those witches?”
“Common decency. You’re in a public place. Behave like you understand what that means.”
“Fuck you.”
“I’m just trying to help you,” Greyson taunted. “Your tone isn’t great, and with a face like yours, you need all the help you can get.”
The demon growled. “Pick on someone you could actually beat, little lizard.”
“Lizard?” he threw his head back with a laugh. “A dragon is hardly a lizard. If you would like me to show you the scope of our skills, perhaps we should take this conversation to another location. I’ll just repeat myself. You’re in a public place. If you want to fight, you take it outside.”
They passed through Lou’s place on the way to the beach.
“Holy shit,” Grey heard as the bar’s patrons caught on to what was happening.
This was a resort for paranormal creatures. The people who had built it must have expected this kind of thing. A lot of alphas were gathered in one space, and sometimes, that spelled disaster.
“That dragon shifter is about to whoop that demon’s ass for being rude to us,” a woman said. “Kaia, you should ask him out if he survives.”
Grey was curious to know if the pretty witch would root for him, but he didn’t get the chance to hear her response. The demon stepped into his line of sight and said, “Outside, you despicable thing.”
Greyson’s father flashed him a disappointed head shake from the bar, but it was too late to back down now. The demon had decided to be rude to a stranger, and Greyson couldn’t stand that.
It doesn’t hurt that the witch is hot, his dragon chuckled.You just want to play the hero.
Grey pushed the thought away. It wasn’t useful when he was about to fight a demon. He focused on his opponent, looking for any obvious flaw ... and any not-so-obvious power.
The demon puffed out his chest, and Greyson guessed the kind of demon he was dealing with ... all talk and very little action, especially now that they were outside, and the demon must have realized that Grey could shift.
Just in case the demon had forgotten all about shifters, Grey decided to shift his hands into his dragon’s talons. He waved them at the demon in a taunt.
Grey’s opponent’s face fell, but he taunted right back. “You think you’re scary with those?” The demon threw a fireball at him.
Greyson let the blazing ball hit him square in the chest. The material of his shirt burst into ash, and he patted it out slowly, not looking away from the demon. There wouldn’t be a burn on him. “You get the part where I’m adragon, right? You don’t seem to understand.”
The demon threw a series of fireballs at Greyson. Bored of the demon’s antics, Grey shifted into his dragon. His transformation complete, he aimed his spray of fire toward the sky. He didn’t want to ruin the scenery and outbuildings for the hotel guests.
Besides, as soon as the demon saw the fire lighting up the sky, he took two steps back. “Whatever. You’re a shifter. I’m ademon.” He stalked off before Greyson could shift into his human form.
Grey grabbed one of the complementary towels, and he wrapped it around his waist just as his father came barreling toward him. “Honestly, Greyson. Can’t you behave? This is a team-building trip. You can’t beat up rude strangers. You’re the CEO’s son. What does that look like?”
“It looks like you raised a man with manners,” Grey responded. “Like I haven’t seen you do this a hundred times.”
