“We can pick up now that I’m back.”
Again I shrugged. “No need. I’m good.”
“You’re good?”
“Yup.”
His eyes narrowed slightly. “Bullshit.”
I dunked another fry in my milkshake and then swirled it around for good measure before taking a sharp bite out of it.
“Strong words for someone who hasn’t been here for the past few months,” I observed mildly.
He let out a sound that I would have called a growl a few months ago before meeting a werewolf, who actually could growl.
“Is that why you’re eating fries and drinking a milkshake?” he asked.
What was wrong with my food? It was tasty. It was in no way healthy, but I was a vampire. Healthy food had no meaning to me anymore.
“What do you have against my food?”
“The fact that you have to ask that question tells me everything I need to know.”
Since I had no clue what he meant by that, I decided to move on.
“What are you doing here?”
“Haven’t you guessed?” His lips twisted in a half smirk.
I sighed, already knowing where he was going with this.
“I’m your new client.”
Great.
Jerry’s speech suddenly made more sense. In the entire time that I’d worked for him, we’d never accepted a job from the vampires. Partly because of my special circumstance, but mostly because of something that happened way before I was ever hired. I didn’t know the details. Just that it was bad and resulted in the vampires being blacklisted.
Now it looked like that had changed.
“Oh goody,” I said in a deadpan voice.
I slurped at the milkshake, making sure to make extra noise when I saw the way Liam eyed my sugary awesomeness with disdain.
“There’s no need to prolong this then,” I said, pushing myself up and throwing enough money on the table to cover my meal. “I have no intention of working with you. You’ll need to find another courier for whatever job you have going.”
“I don’t think so,” Liam said without moving a muscle.
I snorted. I didn’t care what he thought.
Before I could get more than a few steps away, he added, “There would be consequences if you walk away now. For yourself. And Jerry.”
I stilled, keeping my back towards him. Something inside told me to keep walking, that I would regret letting him draw me in, but a bigger part wanted to know what those consequences would be. Were they the sort that were annoying but didn’t really affect your life, like not being able to enter any vampire owned territory? Or were they the life altering, world changing sort, like we’ll kill your family if you don’t do what we tell you to? They’d made that threat before.
I rolled my shoulders and adjusted my messenger bag. This was going to suck so bad. I just knew it.
“Let’s get this over with then, shall we?” I slid back into my booth, not bothering to take the messenger bag off. I planned to jet out of here at the soonest opportunity. “Tell me about the job.”
“Glad you saw it my way.”
