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“Vin?” a voice with a faint Irish lilt interrupted my thoughts.
I turned back to Siobhan. Siobahn was a rarity in the community.A leprechaun. We didn’t have many of those here. Beside Siobhan, there was a human, a deliciously curvy human. Her hair was pitch black, and tight ringlets framed her face. Her brown eyes were bright and decorated with green eyeshadow. It wasn’t even basic. She had somehow designed deep green shamrocks around her eyes. Although her red-rimmed glasses covered up some details. The human pressed her green lips against her glass as she watched me. On her cheeks, bright gold flakes spread across her face between her natural brown freckles. Green fishnets covered her arms and a black corset covered her torso. The corset pushed her rather ample breasts up even higher. I tried not to stare. The rest of her outfit was black leggings that curved around her delicious body. She hooked her heels around the rung of the stool and one foot jiggled as she sat.
I hadn’t answered Siobhan. Shit. “What’s your name?” I asked.
The human smiled gently. “Clover.”
Siobhan’s eyes widened. “Her name is…Clover.Viiiiiiin,” she whined.
“I heard her,” I said. She wasn’t my fated mate, but she smelled absolutely divine. I sucked in another breath. She smelled like books. Like a library and whatever the floral scent her shampoo was. “Are you lying?”
She made a face. “No. Why would I lie about that?”
“You made a comment on my name, whereas you are walking around here onSt. Patrick’s daywith clover as your name. Feels like fate to me.”
“My parents named all the kids nature names. I got Clover.”
“That’s so cool. I wish my parents did stuff like that!” Siobhan said.
“You would have hated your parents doing that to you.” Siobhan, even when sober, wasn’t the most endearing person in the world. Guess it’s hard being a leprechaun in a man’s world.
Siobhan made a face as she crossed her arms. She leaned towards Pierre and my wolf hearing heard her order more drinks for everyone. Siobhan chatted quietly with Clover. Pierre stepped in front of me with my whiskey.
“You still good?”
“I’m good. Chels good?” I asked.
Pierre’s eyes followed the crowd. “Yeah.”
“You should tell him to stop bringing her in here,” I muttered. “That guy is not Gryndor.”
Pierre nodded. “I know, but it also terrifies some supes. Even some of the normies know he’s…bad.”
“Not bad. Complicated. I’ve seen him work while influenced by Chels. Sucks to be him. Always missing a part of himself.”
“Yeah, I know. How much do you have to drink to get drunk? That’s your fourth one.”
“Don’t worry about me. Siobhan is the one you have to worry about.”
“And her human friend,” he replied.
“What’s up with Siobhan today?”
Pierre shrugged. “She’s like this every St. Patrick’s day. I mean, you heard her. None of the lore includes her.”
Chapter 3
Clover
Another drink slid in front of me. Siobhan pulled me closer. “He’s kind of hot, right?”
“Who? Him?” I asked as I looked at Vin.
“Yes. I’ve always wanted a wolf,” she said with a sigh.
“What? Like, is he a lone wolf?” I asked. He was leaning forward now, whispering to the bartender.
“I mean, he’s not rogue. I don’t know all the stuff. But things are not great out there. I don’t know everything, but…he’s not warming up the good graces of the al—boss.”
