She bobbed her head twice. “Okay.” She twisted to look back at her teammates. The werewolf was still muttering into the radio, but the vampire was watching us.
Jade gave them a thumbs up, then turned back around to face me. “Is trouble coming? A vampire war or something?”
“No,” I said.
“Then, it’s personal?”
I had to actively force my lips to keep a smile so I wouldn’t frown. “It’s nothing.”
She’s good with fighting, but how is she so keyed into me that she can tell I’m… off? She doesn’t even like me as Ruin!
Jade was motionless—which meant she was thinking. I couldn’t have her thinkingtoohard because who knew what she’d figure out. It was time for a distraction.
I invaded her space, moving in close to her. “Is that concern I hear in your voice, Slayer?” I asked.
“I’m always concerned when a vampire of your caliber is… off,” was her dry reply. “Because that means it could potentially harm my city.”
Ahh, that explains it.
“I see how it is—you’re concerned for the humans and supernaturals you’re forever endangering yourself to protect.” I had moved so close to her that my arm brushed her shoulder.
“Yeah,” she confirmed.
“You’re not concerned for me?”
She was still again. “Well. I would be, if I thought there was a supernatural that could beat you.”
That made my smile real. “Stop it, Slayer. You’ll make me blush.”
Jade looked back at her teammates again. “Have a good night—please don’t do anything illegal.”
“I never. Rarely.” I thought for a moment. “At least, I never do anything involving humans.”
“Good night, Ruin,” Jade flatly said before she turned away, heading up the street with her team once again. Her long strides matched with her lean, athletic build—the work of her weighted runs and endless workout sessions no doubt—gave her a delightfully deadly air.
I watched for a moment and considered following her, but the interaction had settled my irritation and despite the allure of entertainment, I was still dedicated to maintaining emotional distance.
Never get attached.I turned on my heels and slipped my hands into the pockets of my trousers, the ring brushing my finger as a timely reminder.Losing Ambrose was enough to teach me that.
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
Jade
The oven dinged and I pulled out the cookie tray, the delicious scent of warm Worcestershire sauce washing over me in a wave of nostalgia.
I set the cookie tray down on the hot pads I had put on my counter, then frowned down at my attempt to recreate my great aunt Patsy’s famous “Party Mix”.
Most of the mix was comprised of corn, wheat, and rice cereal with some pretzels and nuts for added crunch. Worcestershire sauce, a handful of seasonings, and butter were then poured over the top and baked in the oven. It was supposed to come out as a salty snack—one that I particularly remember my Great Aunt Patsy serving my brothers, cousins, and me in the fall when we came to her house for our class about wizards and ways to defeat them, that she taught, and hand-to-hand combat training with her husband, Great Uncle Thomas.
In theory, it was one of my family’s easier recipes. But my Party Mix didn’t look right. The seasonings hadn’t stuck on aswell as they should have, and some of the cereal pieces were getting burnt.
“How did it come out?” Connor crowded me, peering over my shoulder. “Woah. All my years of life didn’t prepare me for this surprise: it looks edible! Congratulations, Appetizer.”
I carefully picked up a few hot pieces and ate them. “It’s not right,” I said. “It’s not flavorful enough. I don’t think the garlic and onion powder stuck to it because it doesn’t taste like much besides…cereal.”
“You’re just being too pessimistic,” Connor said. “We should be celebrating this new achievement: edible!”
