But Vixen wouldn’t let me have my release. She ran away right before I fucking came.
CHAPTER 21
MAD DOG
Terror waltzed in, joining my lonely ass at the backyard bonfire for one. He handed me a beer. “You okay, Brother?”
I sucked in the last of my joint and kicked the butt in the fire as I grabbed the bottle. “Yeah.”
“Good. The boy?”
“In the shed. Dasher fed him and moved the whole thing to the storage garage.” I chugged some beer, pointing at the area behind the house. “I didn’t bite him if that’s what you wanna know. Prez didn’t allow it.”
“Why? You look like you’d sobered up.”
“I had. Just in time before I killed our hostage.”
He scowled. “Yeah?”
I pushed aside the images of my almost fuckup when I pounced on the bitch about to rip her throat. If Dasher hadn’t thrown a fucking wolfsbane grenade at me, I’d have ruined the whole mission. Thank fuck he’d come prepared. “Anyway, he said the boy’s body was fragile and might not be able to take two bites… You know like what happened to the devil’s bride in her first life?”
He scratched his chin. “Or he just wants another bloodsucker in the family.”
I drank some more. “Wouldn’t blame him. It’s his clan. There’re more shifters and demons here than vamps anyway. It’s good for the balance.”
“Is it?”
What the fuck? Was Terror having second thoughts about the Blood Demons? This shit could go south if someone heard him talk like that. “Yes, Bro. It doesn’t really matter what we are. We chose to be commanded by a vamp. It’s normal to work with some more. There’s only one rule here. Put our differences aside and work for the same cause. We all have the same enemy.”
“Mine is a vampire.”
“And Venom is Slasher’s, too. But don’t forget who the real enemy is.”
“Damien didn’t seduce our mother.”
“Didn’t he?” I scoffed. “Why would any shifter in her right mind goof around with a piece of shit like Venom?”
“Because the devil whispered in her ear,” he mumbled.
“Exactly.”
He sniffled. “I know, man. It’s… I don’t know what’s gotten into me tonight. Don’t mind my bitching. I just…” His pale blue eyes blazed with golden strikes. “I just hate to see what he’s done to you.”
I fucking hoped that was all there was. Questionable loyalty was a death sentence. I patted his arm. “I’m all right.”
“Then why are you out here all by yourself? The party is out front.”
“Not in the mood. After today’s episode, it’s a bit risky with all the feeding and blood whores. Besides…” My gaze wandered to the dry pool. “I have a better view here.”
His eyes traveled up the same path I’d taken. “Oh for fuck’s sake.” He winced. “What the fuck do you see in Vixen Legend?”
“What the fuck do I see? What the fuck do you not see? You have to be blind or gay not to want a piece of that.”
“C’mon. There’s a dozen tighter asses and bigger tits in the house to look at, bitches ready to get on their knees, blow you, make you feel like a fucking king in the sac, and then come back begging for more.”
My gaze lingered on the sparkling contrast of her hair against her black dress. “Maybe I don’t like bitches who beg. Or bitches in general.”
He snorted. “Everybody likes bitches. The fun, sexy ones, not the bitter, condescending, holier than thou whores.”
