“I, um, just saw a human shift into a wolf.”
I follow her gaze through the crowd to the wolf shifters on the other side of the room. It’s true that one of them is in their wolf form, but the way Farrah’s face has paled, and her heart races tells me she might not be telling the truth.
No one else seems to have noticed, or seem concerned, including Xander, who nods to me.
“Send the image out. We’ll talk strategy tomorrow.” He slaps me on the shoulder. “Relax tonight. Party. Find a beautiful being to fuck.”
“Xander!” Evangeline scolds.
My eyes widen, and I avert them to Farrah. Her pale face now fills with a lovely shade of pink. She avoids looking at me, bringing a glass to her lips to drink… and drink… and drink.
“I need another one,” she mumbles to Evangeline.
Farrah leaves, heading to the open bar at the back of the room.
Evangeline places her palm on my arm. “Keep an eye on her?”
I nod—because I was going to follow her anyway—and make my way through the crowd. For a short human, she sure walks fast. Even in that stunning gown.
God, she’s beautiful.
The sparkling dark blue dress clings to her body, amplifying all her wonderful curves. Thin spaghetti straps hold up the top, showcasing her cleavage. My eyes trail down her back side to her wide and plump ass.
When she stops at the bar, she turns to the side to fit between a fae and a vampire. The vampire, who had his back to her, immediately stiffens and sniffs the air. He turns, slowly, his face lighting up with a smile and his eyes falling directly to her breasts.
Farrah’s tits aren’t too large but they’re not small either. Tonight they’re pushed up and the mounds are mouthwatering.
That vampire fucker is nearly drooling.
You are too, asshole. You just ogled her ass.
Ignoring my thoughts, I narrow my eyes at the blood sucker. Farrah hasn’t paid him an ounce of attention as she tries to flag the bartender. The fae has also taken notice of my little mouse. He’s struck up a conversation with her, but she’s doing her best to ignore him too.
I clear my throat, loud enough only the two supes can hear. The vampire bares his fangs at me then turns his back to Farrah. The fae smirks but also turns away.
Goddamn it. I’m going to be worried about her all night. There are too many supes in the room who’ll want to have a taste of her boozed blood… or something else.
“She does smell ravishing,” says a familiar voice at my side.
What the fuck? Are my shields down?
“Get out of my head, Rorik.”
The vampire pouts like a fucking child.
“Aww, you’re no fun.”
Rorik, aka Rory Sevier, is the first known vampire. He’s old as fuck and different from any other vampire. He can withstand the sun, he can’t be killed, and he can read minds. He’s been M.I.A. for centuries but once he heard about the unveiling plan, he reemerged claiming he wanted to make sure we don’t fuck it up. Not that he’s part of the unveiling committee. He’s not. He just always seems to be everywhere… at all times.
Humans have the loudest thoughts, so Xander and I have been putting him to good use against our enemies: monster hunters. The hunters have learned how to keep their thoughts guarded, but they’re no match to Rorik. He’s too powerful.
He can read supernatural thoughts, too, but we know how to put up shields to block him.
“And yet you do nothing to blockyoursinful thoughts from me. Does the human know all the dirty things you want to do to her?”
Rory smirks before giving me a wink.
I have no explanation as to why my shields are down. Not only down, but apparently, I’m broadcasting my thoughts loud and clear for this fucker to hear. If the stories are true, he’s done a lot worse than my so-called 'dirty’ thoughts about Farrah.
