My eyes narrowed as I saw him draw something on the back of her hand. It was like catching a glimmer out of the corner of your eye. Only I was staring directly at them.
My other sight tingled. I resisted it, not wanting to risk drawing Dominick’s notice after what had happened earlier.
Kat stalked away, vanishing into the crowd without another look at her Matriarch.
From the anger radiating off Kat, I had a sneaking suspicion Sofia had only delayed the inevitable. Kat wasn’t easily swayed. Her interest in Dominick was going to be a problem in the near future.
Sofia’s features were set in hard lines as she followed at a slower pace. Her two guards, Samara and Matthew, who’d become my friends over the last few months, shadowing her.
Now for my own problem child.
I turned toward Connor and raised my eyebrows, not at all deterred by the set expression on his face.
His blank stare didn’t give me a lot to work with.
Unfortunately, this wasn’t the place to play twenty questions. There were too many prying ears nearby. Most of whom would love to sink their teeth into any weaknesses the Master of the City’s progeny might have.
“We’re going to talk about this later.”
But not now.
I flagged down a waiter, grabbing a champagne flute off his tray and downing it in a single gulp. “For now, let’s mingle.”
Mingling proved more difficult than I imagined as I dragged a truculent Connor in my wake. Whatever patience he normally had for these functions had disappeared. He was a stone-faced sentinel behind me, scowling at anyone who approached.
After a couple encounters that all ended in the same way, with vampires fleeing in the opposite direction, I gave up on the idea of socializing.
Ah, well. I wasn’t much of an extrovert anyway.
The only reason I’d tried was because I knew Thomas would make me come to one of these functions again if I left too early. It was also an excellent opportunity to make contacts in case anyone was interested in hiring someone with our particular skill set.
If you had a problem, we would fix it. From retrieving lost items to tracking the random and the weird. We did it all.
By the time I spotted Anton reclined against one of the lounges on the periphery of the room, my feet hurt. I wasted no time tugging Connor in his direction.
A few seconds later I plopped down next to the enforcer.
Turned later in life, Anton’s features carried a maturity that added to his charm. The modern clothes he wore were one tool in his arsenal designed to hide the warrior he’d once been. Perhaps that’s why women were so drawn to him. They sensed the danger that rested just beneath the skin. The kind that might one day turn on you. But until then, you’d enjoy the ride.
Anton didn’t stir from his relaxed slouch. “Having fun?”
“Definitely not.”
My response made him chuckle as he glanced at Connor. “Has he been like that the entire night?”
“Pretty much.”
I removed one of the heels and rubbed my arch.
Beautiful though they may be, I wasn’t used to heels this high. I wasn’t used to heels at all. The majority of my time was spent in tennis shoes or flats.
I slid my foot back in and held my hand flat in front of Anton.
He looked at it. “What?”
I made a “give me” motion with my fingers. “Keys, please.”
“You don’t have your own?”
