I live for the ride and the hunt. I glance at the bat in her hand and the gleam in her eyes. It would be nice to have someone fighting at my side. “Do you know how to use that?”
She taps the bat into her free hand for an answer.
“Do you want to help me hunt?”
She stares at me. Then the sleeping bikers. Even the guy behind the bar is slumped over and sleeping. Her tongue dances over her lower lip in a way that is far too enticing. “I can’t leave. I’m on shift.”
I lift an eyebrow. “I don’t think they’ll be ordering anything.”
She lifts that pointed chin of hers to give me that now familiar sharp glare. “Why do you need me? Aren’t you guys meant to be tough monster hunters?”
I hadn’t used my magic in so long I’ve forgotten how draining it is, but if I don’t act soon, the newyn will be gone. We’ve been playing cat and mouse for weeks and I’m done. I deliberate on what to tell her. The truth, or a lie?
I decide on the truth. She’s fae and will learn about magic sooner rather than later.
“Magic has a cost. It will take me a while to get back to full strength and I’d rather have someone watching my back.”
Her gaze narrows. “You don’t know me. I might stab you in the back.”
“I doubt it. You know as well as I do fae monsters don’t belong in this world. If we don’t stop the newyn, it will cause more trouble and become stronger with every feed.” I offer her my hand. “Will you ride with me?”
I would much rather be doing other things that hunting monsters with her.
She stares at me, lips pressed together. All I want to do is kiss her until they part and let me in. The trouble with always hunting something means there’s little time to explore the fun parts of this world. It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone. Never a fae woman.
“We’ll be back before they wake.” I place my hand over my heart. “You have my word.”
