My face suddenly felt hot, and I knew it was because he was trying to glare a hole in my head.
“I’m not old and that’s not why I’m asking,” he argued.
“But aren’t you one hundred and twenty-five?” I asked. “Where I’m from, that’s considered geriatric.”
His mouth snapped shut and he looked down at his menu.
“What? You don’t agree?”
He flashed me a fiery look.
I took that as a no.
Oh, this was too much fun.
“It’s okay. You were born during the Victorian era. They were kinda uptight back then.”
I would never have believed a vampire could blush, but a distinctive flush spread across his cheekbones.
“Spirits weren’t for ladies, right?” I couldn’t help myself, I just had to keep it going.
I might have been imagining things, but I thought I heard his teeth grinding. Before I could continue to poke the bear, Remi reappeared with a tall, slim glass filled with ice, clear liquid, and what looked like mint. A slice of lime perched on the edge of the glass.
He set it in front of me. “Marjorie loves mojitos, and we keep her favorite rum stocked in the back. I doubt she would mind sharing it with you.”
I smiled up at him. “Thank you. I love mojitos.”
I lifted the glass and took a sip. It was light, sweet, and absolutely delicious. I could barely taste the rum, which meant it was probably dangerously strong. Don’t ask me why it worked that way. It just did.
I ordered stuffed mushrooms as an appetizer and Daniel ordered tzatziki. I was already planning to steal some of that. We each ordered a Greek main dish for dinner—pastitsio for me and a Greek platter for him.
The vampire next to me didn’t speak a word as we waited for our food. Bored, I was just about to pull out my cell phone and text Sela when I felt a presence approach our table. That was the only way to describe it. Almost as if a dark cloud came between us and the sun.
I looked up and found myself looking straight into the eyes of a man I didn’t know. He was cute enough, with dark blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and tawny skin. There was something vaguely familiar about his build, though, as if I’d seen him before. But I couldn’t place him.
I started to smile at him, but a woman appeared next to him. A woman I’d met at Daniel’s office with long blonde hair and resting bitch face.
I realized the man who’d approached us first was Leo the Lion Man from the resort earlier.
Shit. I hadn’t recognized him. Probably because I’d tried to block the memory out of my mind.
He stared at me, his eyes burning, and his expression strained. It wasn’t as hateful as the look he’d given me after Daniel threatened him, but it made the hair on my arms stand up all the same.
Beside me, Daniel stiffened. But when he spoke, his voice didn’t reflect that tension. “Good evening, Leona. Leo.”
He nodded to them both.
“Ayres,” Leo growled. Literally growled.
Goosebumps broke out over my skin at the sound. Daniel’s hand crept onto my thigh, as though he sensed my impulse to leap from the table and run away as fast as my feet could carry me.
Definitely had to start working out. I had never been so aware of my own mortality and inability to escape in my life.
“Hello, Daniel,” Leona said. “Lovely to see you. I was wondering if I might speak to you next week.”
Her tone was polite and almost…pleasant.
Which immediately made me suspicious. I’d met women like her before. They were manipulative and merciless. If she was feigning kindness, she either had a trick up her sleeve or felt like she already had the upper hand.
