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“He came close to it a few times when we were young, but he never went through with it. He knew I’d kill him, so he allowed people to talk him out of it.” Ronin was a good fighter, but not that good.
“But you’re sure he’ll come here to take you out himself?” she asked.
“He won’t agree to a one-on-one.” Teague paused as Barron came to sit beside him. Stroking the dog, he went on, “He’ll likely turn up with his entire unit, or maybe a group of mercenaries. Whatever the case, he’ll have plenty of backup. But we’ll deal with them in the exact fashion I told you last night.”
“And I’ll be participating in the exact way I told you last night,” she tacked on.
Tucker blinked. “You’re gonna fight with us?”
Larkin frowned, quite frankly affronted that he’d assume differently. It was as if being part of such an inclusive group for so long meant they didn’t expect others to have their back. “Of course.”
Gideon grinned. “Awesome. Can you really shoot hell-ice?”
She dipped her chin.
“But not high-powered hell-ice, right?” asked Archer. “I mean, the chips you shot Teague with didn’t hurt him bad.”
Only because she hadn’t wanted them to. And at close range, they were deadly. “Don’t worry, I’ll be far from a weak link.”
“She isn’t wrong.” Teague cast her a hard look. “She is, however, gonna be damn fucking careful not to get killed.”
Larkin shot him a raised brow. “The only reckless one of the two of us is you.”
His brow creased. “I’m not reckless.”
“You purposely poke at a harpy on a daily basis. How is that anything but reckless?”
He looked away from her. “I don’t like it when you make good points.”
Gideon chuckled. “You’re like two kids in a toy box.”
“Sandbox,” Archer corrected.
Gideon’s brow furrowed. “What?”
“You mean sandbox,” said Archer.
“No, I meant toy box.”
“Then you’re just stupid.”
Gideon jerked back, almost falling off the log. “Hey!”
“It’s all that alcohol.” Archer gave him a superior look. “It’s eating at your brain.”
Gideon spluttered. “Those mushrooms won’t be doing good stuff to yours.”
“They give me clarity.”
“They make you high.”
“It’s the same thing.”
As the two males fell into an argument, Larkin turned to Teague and said, “I like your clan. I mean, they’re weird, but I like them.”
A smile wrenched at Teague’s mouth. “Yeah, so do I.”
A short time later, everyone was gathering their dishware and retreating to their wagons. Once she and Teague grabbed their things, they returned outside and made their way to his bike. She watched as he pulled on his gear and then mounted it.
“We might as well ride to the Underground at the same time,” he said. “Where’s your car?”
“I didn’t drive here. I flew.” She planned to take her harpy eagle form again and—
“Then I guess you’d better hop on.”
Shock slapped her. “Hop on?”
“Yeah.” He removed his helmet and gave it to her. “Put this on.”
“Wait, your demon’s good with me riding on the back of your bike?”
“More than.”
Warmth built in her chest and then spread through her like thick honey. She swallowed. “Well. Okay, then.”
She clung tight to his body as he drove them to the Underground. Many times she’d wondered what it would be like. Now she knew. Thrilling. Exciting. Invigorating.
Once in the Underground, they headed straight to a particular store where black salt could be purchased. It was run by two of Levi’s friends, Ella and Mia. Both were incantors, meaning they were demons who could use magick.
The store sold a whole lot of stuff, most of which were either enchanted in some way or could be used when practicing magic.
Teague grabbed a few tins of black salt from a particular shelf, and they then made their way to the counter.
Behind it, Ella looked up from her e-reader and flashed them a smile. The leggy redhead was seriously pretty with her inky-blue eyes and rich ruby-red hair. “Hey, you two. So the rumors that you guys are an item are very much true.”
“How are you?” Larkin asked.
“Great, thank you.” She rang up Teague’s purchases and then bagged them. As she placed said bag on the counter, her eyes drifted to something behind them. She frowned, blinking hard.
Larkin tracked her gaze and saw several males gathered outside. “You know the Black Saints?” she asked Ella.
The redhead’s brow furrowed. “I’ve heard of them. They’re fallen angels who formed an MC, right?”
Larkin nodded.
Ella’s gaze again darted to them, and her forehead creased.
“Everything okay?”
Ella returned her attention to Larkin, her frown smoothing away. “Yeah. Yeah. It’s just, for a minute there, I thought I recognized the guy in the middle of the group.”
“That’s Viper, the president of the club,” Teague told her.
“Huh.” Ella gave her head a fast shake. “Anyway, you two have a great day. And Teague, I do hope you’ll one day tell me why one little clan would need so much black salt.”
