“I’d like to note that things like ‘weird witch tea’ no longer sound strange to me. Burger? Pizza?”
“Don’t care. Whatever you want.”
“That new Thai place?”
I hated that new Thai place.
“Sure.”
“With the extra fish sauce?”
I extra-hated the fish sauce.
“I hate that stuff. No Thai.”
Ryder smiled. “Good to know you didn’t trade away your brain. I was beginning to worry your soul hole had gone to your head.”
I smacked him on the shoulder with my free hand. “I’ll order food.”
Jame and Rossi were still in the living room, Jame in a recliner that looked like it had been built to fit him like a glove, and Rossi slouched against the arm of the couch, his long legs propped up on the coffee table.
Myra was in the kitchen, or at least I thought the sounds of cups and spoons banging around in there were her.
The men in the room watched my every move. “I thought I’d call in some food. Jame, is there anything you want. To eat?”
“No.”
I looked at Rossi. “Nothing,” he said. “I am curious as to what you’ll order.”
Vampires. For a race that really couldn’t eat much at any one time, they sure were curious about other people’s appetites.
But the question was: what did I want? Nothing sounded good, but that could be the results of it being nearly midnight, not that I didn’t have a soul. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through the list of places open this late.
Just the Blue Owl out on the edge of town. Everywhere else would have closed for the night.
Not helpful for narrowing down my choices. There wasn’t anything the diner wouldn’t cook.
I dialed, got Piper on the line.
“What can I get you, Delaney?”
Piper was a demigod–a child of a god, namely Poseidon, and a human. She was old enough to be my grandmother, but only appeared about thirty. She’d also been involved in the god powers being stolen, used as bargaining chips by the god who had claimed Ryder as his servant.
That was old news though. It’d happened a whole week ago.
“Maybe a couple specials?”
Since Piper also had a knack for seeing the future, I went with it. “Enough for four, maybe five,” I said. If Bathin made it back before midnight, he might want food too.
If demons ate.
I’d have to check in on that.
“I’ll send out our delivery boy. He’ll be there in a jiff.”
“You have a delivery boy?”
“We do tonight.”
