“I'm not sure,” I sniffed it and then made a face. “I think Conri might have made it himself.”
“Yes, well, like I said,” Murdock chuckled. “There should be coffee soon which will hold you until the food is prepared.”
“I think I'd prefer a real drink,” I muttered as I left the office.
“You and me both,” Tiernan groaned as we got in line. “Why aren't there stairs in this place?”
“Oh, there are stairs but using them would set off alarms and I'm unwilling to climb them anyway,” I shrugged and searched for someplace inconspicuous to throw my sandwich.
The ding of the elevator had me lifting my head hopefully. Maybe this wouldn't take too long. I dove back down again though when I saw who walked out of the elevator car.
“What is it?” Tiernan looked down the hallway. “Oh, not him again.”
Yep, it was him. Brandon Murdock, Councilman Murdock's son and general pain in my tukhus. He was of course heading in our direction because of three reasons. First, his Dad's office was right behind me. Second, the hallway was a straight shot to the meeting room and the only options were other offices. And third, it was just my luck.
I tried to slide behind some witches but Tiernan was pretty hard to miss and tended to attract attention with his shiny hair, so it was only to be expected that Brandon would notice him and then look for me.
“Seren,” he spat my name out like it tasted foul.
“Brandon,” I sighed as I remembered the last time I'd seen him. I believe the conversation had ended with me saying;Namaste motherfucker. Not exactly the best way to leave things.
“I took your advice and started meditating,” he said to my utter shock. “It's really helped me.”
“You have?” I blinked at him.
“No I haven't started fucking meditating,” he growled. “Who do I look like, the Dalai Lama?”
“Well, no, I think he wears glasses,” I looked to Tiernan for help.
“And has better fashion sense,” Tiernan agreed.
“Fuck you, you fairy fag,” Brandon said, making my eyes widen further.
“Pardon me but I couldn't help but overhear you insult my friend, Count Tiernan,” Raza purred.
Brandon looked over, ready to snap at whomever was stupid enough to interfere, and then froze. His mouth dropped open as he looked over Raza's wings, the clicking talons in his maniacally folded hands, and the gleam in his predator eyes. He had to stare up a bit since Raza topped his own considerable height. Extinguisher Brandon Murdock swallowed hard and then pushed past us, retreating into his father's office without another word.
“I don't know whether to resent the fact that you have that affect on him while I don't,” Tiernan mused. “Or just enjoy the pleasure of watching that cúl tóna shit himself.”
“Cúl tóna?” I lifted my brow at Tiernan.
“I believe the closest English translation isman with a penis on his head,” Raza explained for Tiernan.
“You just called Brandon a dickhead in Gaelic?”
“Yes,” Tiernan looked at me like he was confused as to why it was such a big deal.
“You're my hero,” I laughed and gave him a one-armed hug.
“Um, I believe I was the one who sent thecúl tónarunning,” Raza huffed. “Shouldn't I get a hug?”
“No,” Tiernan and I said together.
“Here, have a sandwich,” I handed Raza the plate and he stared down at it dubiously before lifting the sandwich and taking a bite.
“Not bad,” he noted and started scoffing the sandwich down as Tiernan and I exchanged disgusted looks.
Chapter Forty-Nine
