Toth is being a little show off as he flirts and compels the hostess, getting us a grand suite.
The dumb, simple-minded bitch grins at him the whole time as she directs us to the elevator that will take us to the suite. She’s very lucky that I don’t want Toth to know that he still has an effect on me. Because if I were being petty and jealous, I would open the elevator doors and compel her to jump down the shaft.
But we’re being good. We’re being verynotjealous. We’re also not letting Toth know that his resistance towards me only makes me want him more.
It feels like more than just wanting what I can’t have. It feels like something deep within me is furious that he can suppress even an ounce of how badly he wants me. He should be at my feet worshiping me; instead, he acts like I disappoint him.
I have to push down my murderous feelings. Killing the hostess would not help me accomplish my first checklist item of making Toth feel secure around me.
I plaster a smile on my face as the woman leads us through the suite. There are only three beds, not that that will be an issue, but I am eager to see what sleeping configurations will arise.
“If you need anything, here’s my direct number,” she flirts, handing Toth her personal business card.
“That will be all,” I interject, slightly compelling her to leave the suite.
“I thought she was lovely, very undamaged and sweet,” Toth comments, trying to get under my skin.
I want to kill him and bring him back to life, repeating the process until he realizes what an asshole he’s being. Instead, I smile and look around the suite.
“I suppose this will do until we get more intel,” I say, ignoring him and acting like the suite isn’t luxurious and wonderful. “We shouldn’t waste any time. The sooner we find Michael, the better.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Toth replies, walking in front of me. I roll my eyes, but Judd grabs my hand and squeezes it.
“That’s a lot of sexual tension, sweetheart.” I turn and blink at him.Me? A sweetheart?My cold little heart melts a bit, and I suppress a blush.
“Oh, hmm, haven’t noticed,” I respond nonchalantly.
“Okay, what’s the plan?” Judd asks.
Toth and Elvor walk around the suite, looking for any threats.Like there’s anything that could actually be a danger to me. I’m unkillable, and it seems as though I have abilities that not even the king of Hell has. I’m trying not to get a big head about it, but it’s impossible.
With Toth out of the room, I curl my finger for Judd to lean down so I can whisper in his ear. “We need to find a psychic.”
“I never thought of Budapest as a place riddled with covens,” Judd replies, and I roll my eyes.
“That’s because real witches know how to keep a secret.”
“We could ask your sister?” Judd suggests, and my immediate glare lets him know how I feel about that option. “Okay, never mind.”
“The best witches are in plain sight. Some will even act like a kooky psychic to take mortals’ money, but in reality, they actually hold a lot of wasted power,” I tell him.
“Where do we start?”
“I’m sure we’ll be able to find some witch with the gift along the Danube.”
“That’s a pretty loose plan, sweetheart,” he points out.
“Keep calling me that, and we won’t get out of this hotel room.”
“Can we share a bed tonight?” he asks, and I can tell it took a lot out of him to ask me that. He’s just so fucking cute, it’s impossible to tell him no.
I rub my hands down his chest and nod. “Help me get what I need tonight, and I promise to make your night very special,” I reply. He swallows, and I can’t help but admire the dark tattoos that swirl around his throat.
“Then let’s get started,” he states with enthusiasm.
Toth and Elvor come back to the foyer, the former asking, “What are we doing?”
“Looking for psychics,” I tell Toth, and he raises an eyebrow at me.
