“Don’t worry, you’d do the same for me. In fact, you already did.”
He even let out a chuckle at that.
Entering the club was both more and less dramatic than I’d expected.
Eric led me past the string of people waiting in line and just nodded at the bouncer. Evidently, a nod was all it took, because he gave us a nod in return and let us enter.
“Aries is waiting in his office,” he said, which sounded mysterious to me but apparently completely normal to Eric because he didn’t even blink. Truth be told, I wasn’t even sure he was currently breathing. He was still so fucking tense, like a bow drawn to shoot an arrow.
We headed inside, passing the coatroom, walked straight through the crowd of people and past the bar, aiming for a door labeledStaff Only.
A bald, muscular guy in a black shirt stood in front of it, his massive arms crossed in front of his even more massive chest. He was wearing an earpiece, one of those chunky things with a spiral cord.
“Aries is expecting us,” Eric said as we approached. His steps never faltered, never slowed down at all. It was impressive.
It took me ages to even cross a bar, yet Eric was walking through aclubas if he owned the place. And people moved out of his way, as if an invisible force was shoving them out of his path.
Was that a vampire thing?
The guy—security, probably?—stepped aside and let Eric open the door.
We were in some kind of hallway. To our right, a door led into what was obviously a staff room. I got a glimpse of an old couch and a table, but Eric was speed walking past, and since we were still holding hands, I had to hurry to keep up.
We went up a set of stairs, and within what seemed like the blink of an eye to me, we were standing in a huge office. I stared open-mouthed at the opposite wall that was made entirely out of glass and granted a perfect view of the club. You could see everything. The dance floor, the bar, even the entries and exits.
Eric gasped, abruptly letting go of my hand and hurrying toward a leather couch.
“Bennie. What the fuck! You said you were okay!”
“I am.Worrywart,” I heard Bennie say, and relaxed upon hearing his teasing tone. If he were badly hurt, his voice would sound different. Strained. Like Eric had when he’d burned himself to a crisp to get to me during the day.
“You don’t look like you’re okay,” Eric insisted, and I turned to see what he was going on about.
Ugh.
More bags of blood.
My stomach revolted for a moment, but I got it under control.
Bennie had been thirsty.
There were three bags lying on the floor next to him, and Bennie’s face was a mess.
Definitely a vampire.
Even someone with a blood kink probably wouldn’t have it smeared all around their mouth. Oh, and there were the glowing eyes.
And the fangs.
Yep.
Vampire.
I giggled, then slapped a hand in front of my mouth to keep the sound inside.
“Hey, Finn,” Bennie said, winking at me and giving me an extra bright grin as if he was trying to show off his fangs. “You remember what I said the last time we met? How Benny is one of my favorite characters inSupernatural? Now you know why.”
Eric groaned, but I just laughed.
