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“We shall see, tailor. We shall see.”
He headed for the door, fuming. The godsdamned goddess was taking things too far. He could never choose between Willa and Sky. Yet that was to be his reward for a successful mission? Let one live. Let one die again.
He had to find a way out of this.
Almost to the door, he stopped and turned. “The rainforest is a vast place. Where do I start looking for this vampire?”
“Pay Brutus a visit. He can help.”
Brutus? The deadly immortal soldier who once served in the gods’ army? This was going to be a joy.
CHAPTER TWO
“No, Pet. Out.” Damien plucked the tiny lavender fairy from the front pocket of his backpack and set her on the bed, where he was organizing his gear.
“AndIalready toldyou; where you go, I go. It’s not safe for me here.”
Damien narrowed his eyes at Pet. “In this house, there is nothing to fear except you annoying me.”
“Someone’s in a cranky mood.” Pet stuck out her tongue. “And that’s not true; there are bad, bad people out there who want to capture me.”
“No one knows you’re here.” Damien looked down.
No Pet.
“Pet?” He opened the front pocket of the backpack.
Empty.
“Pet, I will find you eventually. There are only so many places a pipsqueak can hide in there.”
The inner pocket, containing his rolled-up socks, jostled. He reached in and grabbed her, instantly feeling a set of sharp teeth sink into his thumb.
“Ouch!” He pulled his hand away, but the tiny fairy was latched on. “Stop that! Let go.”
“No untew you tsay yes,” she mumbled with her mouth on his thumb.
Dear gods, he was wasting valuable time and would miss his flight if she kept this up. “Fine. You can come, but no drama, no humping random objects—especially in public—and absolutely no using my toothbrush as a sex toy.” Odd that he had to call out such things, but Pet was a sex fairy. Her entire being revolved around behaving like a little pervert.
Pet released his thumb and stood on his immaculately pressed travel suit. “Can I use your hairbrush?”
Damien growled with a stern look.
“Fine,” she conceded with solemn eyes, “I’ll behave.”
“Good. Now let’s hurry. I want to swing by the shop on the way to the airport. I have to make sure MF is set to run things on her own while I am away.”
“You didn’t invite her?” Pet asked.
“Why would I? Time is of the essence, and I will get the task done faster if I go it alone.” Besides, only a man such as himself could truly understand and persuade this jungle vampire to come out of the shadows. Damien knew what it was like to revel in one’s solitude.
Never alone, tailor.
“Don’t remind me, you evil beast,” Damien grumbled. What he wouldn’t give to truly have his life to himself. But as things stood, he had to be content with only having Pet as his tagalong. She was easy enough to ignore. His twin as well.
“No. Absolutely not.” Damien glared down at the two Chihuahuas—one white, one brown—both with big golden eyes, wearing tiny fanny packs. “You are not coming with me.”
“Try to stop us,” said Bonbon, the white one. He had been squatting here for years at Greystone and Sons, Damien’s fine gentlemen’s clothing and tailoring shop, but Gorgonzolina was a new edition. And there wasn’t a chance in hell Damien would allow either to join him. Both “dogs” were love-sucking demons, and though loyal to Damien, demons like these were needy, always wanting to be held. Sure, it was their form of sustenance, but it was time consuming, not to mention annoying.All that fur on my suits.And now, there were two of them.Thank you, Cimil.
