I smile beneath the mask. “And you’re a liar. Good to know.”
Her brows furrow together, and she loops her fingers through my belt loops, pulling me toward her. “You’re no fun. Maybe you should drink too.”
This time I laugh in earnest. “You couldn’t handle a drunk demon, love. Even if you could, I’d put every single person in this club in danger.”
She rolls her eyes and groans as the music changes to something upbeat, and everyone around us starts jumping up and down.
“Then what do you want to do?” she asks, bouncing to the beat.
“Leave. Sleep.” I shrug. Shove my tongue down your throat until you beg me to stop.
“You’re so old.”
“You have no idea.” I jerk my head toward the front of the club. “Come on. Let’s go get you more liquor and close your tab.”
“Close it? Why?”
“Because I’m not carrying you out of here black out drunk,” I say, grabbing her by the hand to lead her to the bar. To my surprise, she doesn’t jerk away from my touch and follows without a word.
She talks me into two more drinks, but I don’t mind. Not really. Now that she’s not pressed up against me, I’m not fighting my instincts to rut into her on the dance floor. I sit in silence, letting her drink and chat up the bartender, then I’m steering her toward the door as she giggles up a storm.
The night is calm and cool when we step out of thenightclub. The peace is a relief from the incessant bass throbbing inside the building.
Joseline’s cheeks are flushed, a smile curling her lips as she takes the lead and marches down the sidewalk. She only makes it a few steps before wheeling around to face me.
“I’m not ready to go back to the tour bus yet,” she pouts.
Her words rattle my senses as I try to make sense of them.
The tour bus?
Is she talking about my tour bus? Does she think I’m taking her back there for the night?
Emrys would probably be pissed.
If she’s dead set on a hate fuck, her hotel would be a much better option. More room, no roommates.
I clear my throat. “Don’t you mean your hotel?”
“I mean, I guess that’s fine.” She purses her lips. “But I left my stuff on Niki’s bus, so I was going to crash there.”
Oh. Right. She’s thinking about sleep, not a hate fuck.
“Where the hell do you want to go then?” I ask, shoving the senseless thoughts out of my head.
She pulls her phone out of the tiny bag thrown over her shoulder, and her eyebrows shoot up. “It’s still early! It’s not even three o’clock.”
I shake my head. “Seems like it’s past your bedtime to me, sweetheart. I don’t plan to follow you around until the sun comes up.”
“Then don’t.” She tucks her phone back into the bag and keeps walking, wobbling a little on her wedges.
I stare after her for a long moment, wondering how much trouble I would get into for teleporting her back to her hotel room and locking her inside for the night. That seems like a much better plan than babysitting her through the streets of downtown Denver.
Chapter 18
Tobias
With a groan, I follow Joseline down the sidewalk, already planning my apology to Sebastian.
