Micah glances at me with a confused smile. “Tonight was the first time you met Sinjin, right?”
I nod. “Yeah. Why?”
“You’re just feeling a lot of things about her.”
Psh, don’t I fucking know it?
Now, I just have to wait and see if she calls.
And convince my bandmates it’s a good idea having her in close proximity to us for the next four months.
“FUCK THAT,” DORIANsays, as soon as I lay out the updated plan to him and Cal, down in the suite we have booked for the night.
Dorian’s not the most cheerful guy, but he seems even more salty than normal tonight. The reason for that becomes apparent as Micah leans closer, his long tongue flicking out to taste the air around him.
“Huh, you smell like Sinjin.”
Dorian raises an eyebrow behind his shades. “You picked a damn weird time to flirt with me, if that’s what this is.”
Micah just looks confused as he glances from Dorian to me and back again. “She tastes like lightning or a storm cloud. I’ve never experienced that before. Did you think the same?”
I don’t know what he’s talking about, but that’s not all that unusual when it comes to Micah. He experiences the world differently and the fact he can both taste and feel others’ emotions is a part of that.
“What’s got you so damn grumpy, anyway?” He asks Dorian.
“He got distracted leaving the hotel. Bumped into some girl that messed with his head,” Cal grumbles in reply.
Huh, interesting.
“Was she tall for a woman? Bleached blonde hair?” I ask.
“Dark brown eyes that sparkle when she smiles?” Micah adds.
“That was Sinjin? She was the one you were meeting?” Dorian replies. “That woman is a fucking menace. She did something to me in the elevator, made me feel weird as fuck. It was like she melted my mind and all I could focus on was getting Cal his fucking dinner. Meant I walked straight past a bunch of groupies who were practically throwing their sopping panties at me.”
“She used her magic on you?”
Even more interesting. I got the impression that Sin had been lying low over the past few years and that’d be difficult if she’s been using her magic carelessly.
Micah frowns. “I thought she seemed nice.”
I snort. ‘Nice’ is not a word I’d use to describe her. Defensive and kind of snippy, sure.
Nice, though? Nah. Thankfully, since none of us would know what to do with someone who’s nice.
“That’s how you’re going to wind up one day with your organs harvested. You have no instincts about who’s a bad person, and that woman is a she-demon,” Dorian spits.
I roll my eyes. Not just because Micah is older than any of us put together. He might be an innocent soul, but he knows how to survive just fine. Plus, I grew up surrounded by she-demons, and Dorian’s impression of Sinjin is... not all that far off, actually.
Shit. Would that mean I have some repressed mommy issues if I found her barely veiled ferocity to be hot as fuck?
“She’s a wildcat or a honey badger, something that looks non-threatening but could rip your face off,” I say.
Micah lets out an unhappy grumble and I inspect him more closely. I wonder what he picked up from her emotions.
His empath nature sucks for him most of the time. It makes the world a damn noisy place, but it also means he’s more sensitive to others than the rest of us combined.
If I wasn’t already convinced about Sin, then Micah’s defense of her would make me question my stance. Despite what Dorian says, Micah doesn’t trust easily and I know he’s seen plenty of shit none of us knows anything about.
