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“Monday?”
Her bottom lip twitched as she thought it through. After her dreams and the constant onslaught of thoughts about me, she wasn’t keen to scurry off so quickly. Like a cool sip of water on a scorching day, we savored the satiety of her thirst.
“Okay. Monday.”
I took my phone out and unlocked it, and she rattled off her phone number. Instead of just saving it, I sent her a text with the name of the restaurant I intended to take her to—the one with a rooftop bar that her stepmother and her father frequented with their friends in local government. With the right encouragement, we’d catch them at the tail end of our meal.
Her phone dinged a second later. She ignored it but watched my hand slip my phone back into my pocket. Her eyes caught on the tattoo on the inside of my wrist.
My sigil.
“That’s an interesting tattoo. Does it mean anything?”
“It’s a family thing,” I answered.
One would say it was a map. Or a blueprint for much more than I had bargained for with my contribution to the Fall.
I held it up for her to see fully, and I watched her fingers timidly trace the lines, loops, crosses, and circles. When she’d had her fill, she ran her fingers through her hair. “Do you have any more tattoos?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t give her any further details. I wanted to let her mind wander.
The pink across her nose and cheeks deepened.
Seeing her squirm under the heat of the question sent a thrill through me. I wanted to feel her nails digging into the owl’s wings across my chest as she rode my cock and moaned my name.
That time would come, but until then, I needed to keep her guessing.
“I should get going.” I cleared my throat and took a step toward the door. “Enjoy your night, and I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Oh,” she said, trying to mask her disappointment, “yes. See you on Monday.”
With one last smile, I headed out the door.
Once the coffee shop was out of sight, I held up my prize: her locket. A zap of energy had loosened the loops of the chain, and the pendant had slipped into my hand while her attention had been elsewhere.
I slipped into the void to deliver the charm to Haniel, the alchemist. The locket was the perfect item to enchant and present to Evie as a beacon in a couple days. By then, the desperation Evie was stewing in would make her more pliable to my plans for her father. Until then, I was expected at The Deacon.
10
EVIE
9:15 p.m.
Was it too early to round the corner and wait outside the club?
I was parked a block away, expecting the distance to be worse than it was. I’d been ready for hours and had forced myself out the door and into my car before I chickened out.
Running into Stolas at the coffee shop was a sign that I needed to stop manifesting awkward encounters. That was the only way I could explain the coincidence. That or he was stalking me.
Right, because that beautiful man would be stalking me after one quick conversation.
It wasn’t so far-fetched. People did crazy things, especially here in L.A., and my father was high profile.
I shook the thought from my head.
Stolas had no way of knowing that I had been dreaming and thinking about him so intensely. The fact of the matter was the run-in was a coincidence, and the heavy weight in my chest was from the anticipation of having dinner with him on Monday.
