“I doubt they care one way or the other.”
“Hm.”
“What’s that mean?” I asked.
She shrugged a bare shoulder. “Just think you might be wrong, that’s all.”
I narrowed my eyes at her, swishing the liquid in my martini glass. She’d gotten me off topic, and now I wanted to know what all her questions were about.
“I don’t see what any of that has to do with Rick and his impression of a statue.”
Dahlia picked up her drink and stood. “You should talk to your friend.”
She walked off.
“Wait. That’s it?” I called after her.
That told me nothing about what was going on. Nothing.
I took an angry sip of my drink, giving a small hum of pleasure.
“Well this is a surprise. A vampire enjoying – what is that?” A woman with red hair curling in a mess of waves around her head reached past me and picked up my martini. She took a small sip and made a face. “A lemon drop martini? Really?”
“Really.” I took my glass back from her, careful not to spill a drop.
I gave the woman me a once over, noting the feral air she had. She was in tight jeans and a black fitted shirt with the saying “keep it real.” Her smile had a dangerous edge to it. She moved with lethal animal grace to take the seat Dahlia had vacated.
Now I saw why Dahlia was asking me about the werewolves.
“Sondra.”
“The sun fearing vampire.” She shot me a wicked grin.
I rolled my eyes, while mentally shushing her. The fact that I was a vampire and a baby one at that hadn’t made the rounds yet. I wanted to keep it that way.
Sondra wasn’t my favorite werewolf. She’d once chased me around a kitchen trying to get me to sip blood from her wrist. Since I had never consumed live blood straight from the source, I refused. It took Brax, the werewolves’ alpha, to get her to back off.
I looked around for Dahlia, but it seemed she had disappeared. Figured.
“What brings you here?” I asked.
She stole my drink and took another sip. I started to protest but decided I didn’t want to get between a werewolf and liquor. I probably shouldn’t drink it anyway since I was technically still working.
“Wanted to see what my favorite little vampire was up to.”
I arched an eyebrow. Really? Sure, I’d buy that. Not. I hadn’t heard anything from the werewolves since I’d saved their alpha’s ass. Sondra and I hadn’t exactly been bosom buddies in the short time we’d known each other. At least on my end. Who knew with the werewolf?
“Uh huh.” I’d play, but only to find out what she was really up to. “So how is the pack getting along after Victor’s plot to overthrow Brax failed?”
A shutter slammed down over her face. “That’s pack business.”
Outsider’s not welcome, huh? I shook my head and got to my feet. I so didn’t have the patience or time for their cliquish bullshit.
“Great. Well, it’s been not so nice seeing you.”
“Wait. Where are you going?”
I gave her a look. One that said ‘what world do you live in?’
