“You don’t look old enough to be a detective,” I say, arching an eyebrow at him.
“You flatter me. I promise I’m older than I look. This ugly mug next to me, though, he looks older than he actually is.” He nudges his shoulder, and I can see the irritation on his face.
“Well, this is my place. It’s probably the best place to eat in town besides Lucia’s, the Italian place down the street.”
“Noted,” the blond man says with a grin. “What’s your name, beautiful?”
I roll my eyes. “Blair, and yours?”
“I’m Asmo and this is Dax.”
“Dax,” I repeat and look at the man’s face.Damn,he’s so hot. His green eyes glimmer and his dimples deepen when he gives me a shit-eating grin.
“Can I buy you a drink, Blair?” Dax asks in his deep, rumbling voice. No way is he just human, there’s no way in Hell.
“I’m a tequila girl.”
“Your best tequila then,” he says, and I smile.
“You two want shots, too?” They both nod and I grab the tequila and shot glasses.
Lionel decides to get rowdy again. “What the fuck, Blair? The pretty boys get free drinks and I can’t even pay to be served?”
I mutter a quicksilentiumand Lionel’s mouth quickly stops moving. I know it’s sloppy to be using this much magic around human customers, but I don’t really care, it’s been a bad day. Lionel is an obnoxious werewolf who needs a muzzle, or to learn some manners.
“Learn some fucking manners, Lionel, and maybe you’ll get served.” I give him a glare as I return to pour our shots.
“I love a direct woman,” Asmo says.
“It’s not going to happen. You can stop flirting with me,” I tell him, and his face scrunches up.
“What, and you want this old bastard?” he says, pointing at Dax.
I hand Dax and Asmo their shots and grin at Dax before shooting back the tequila. “Yes,” I say, leaning over the bar top closer to Dax.
Chapter 4
Thisisnoordinarywitch. When she shoots back her tequila and gives me a beaming smile, I can sense her magic. It’s almost like mine is calling to her. It’s something I’ve never felt before.
It doesn’t hurt that she told Asmo to fuck off, or silenced the werewolf at the end of the bar. Doesn’t he need to get out of here, anyway? It’s almost a full moon. She’s direct, confident, and from what I can sense from her powers, extremely powerful. A combination any demon would look for in a woman.
“So, Dax,” she says my name like she’s tasting out the flavor on her tongue. I like that. She looks to be in her late twenties, but witches can be deceiving. She could be in her hundreds.
“Blair,” I say her name in return. It suits her. I can’t imagine someone named Blair who isn’t powerful. I place my hand on my cheek, my elbow on the table. I know women love my dimples, so I give her a flirtatious smile as she responds.
“You’re a detective?” she questions, and I know she didn’t believe Asmo when he said it to begin with.
“In a sense.”
She traces my finger tattoos that say Hate on one side and Love on the other. “I don’t know many detectives who have tattoos like these.” Her touch has me reeling, but I keep it in check. Asmo is staring at us, pouting as he watches.
“Does it matter what I am?” I ask.
“You have no idea how much it matters,” she says in a soft voice. The front door to the restaurant opens and Blair curses. “Excuse me for a moment. I forgot about the band playing tonight.”
She gives me one last glance, a warning for me not to go anywhere. As if I was planning on it. I watch as she swishes away in her short skirt and I can’t help but imagine sliding my fingers up it and teasing her until she begs for release.
Asmodeus clears his throat next to me. “Well, this is a fucking bust of a night.”
