“It is not a goth club,” Sariel whispered.
“Okay, but it looks like one,” Seymour whispered back.
Day giggled. “It really does.”
“See? Even she thinks so. It’s a goth club.”
“I believe goth piano bar would be more accurate,” a familiar voice teased.
Seymour didn’t mean to jump, but he startled Day and she dug her claws in as he whirled around to see who had spoken.
It was the goth vampire guy from the coffee place.
Day-go, Day-glow, Day-something.
“Hello, Dagobert,” Sariel greeted.
Oh.
Close enough.
“Hello, Sariel,” Dagobert drawled, grinning smugly. “Isn’t this a lovely surprise? Mr. Heiss let you off your leash.”
Sariel glared.
“Uh, hello.” Seymour offered his hand. “Seymour Madison. Sorry we didn’t quite get the pleasure before. Nice to meet ya’, Hot Topic.”
“Adorable.” Dagobert presented his hand palm down with a roll of his eyes. “Trust that the pleasure is mine.”
“Dagobert Baumann Von Liechtenberg is one of two vampires permitted to live in the city,” Sariel said. “As a monster of the Terrestrial, he answers to Mr. Morénas-Mostro.”
“Oh, big and grumpy?” Seymour snorted. “Sucks to be you.”
Dagobert smirked. “Says the man who’s running errands for King Zolrya and Talos?”
Seymour tensed immediately.
How the hell did he?—
“Word travels fast, darling.” Dagobert produced a black lace fan and snapped it open, still smirking away. “You know how the lesser fae love to gossip, and I’m always happy to listen!” He winked at Sariel. “Quite the statement you’re making, by the way. Good for you.”
Sariel glaredharder.
Dagobert rolled his eyes. “No need to get huffy.” He waved his hand through the air. “Think you’d be in a better mood since you were finally getting that chain of yoursstroked.”
Sariel’s gaze glowed like twin golden fires.
“Can I eat him?” Day whispered, even though there was no way for Dagobert to hear her.
“No,” Seymour whispered back.
“Why not? He’s making Sariel upset.” Day growled. “And I’mhungry.”
“No eating the vampire.” Seymour beamed sweetly, speaking nice and loud this time. “Look at all that velvet. That’ll probably give ya’ indigestion, lil’ girl.”
Dagobert glanced over Seymour warily, searching for whatever it was he could not see, but he made sure to smile and flash his big fangs. “Charming.” He waved toward a vacant table near the stage. “Shall I seat you? Or is this a business call?”
“Business,” Sariel said shortly. He thought it over and then added, “But seat us. Please.”
