Bijou was surprised to see the two working so well together. Then again, they were just getting started. She figured with time, their individual personalities would start to come out. The leaders would move to the front and likely clash heads, hindering progress, while others would hold grudges.
Hopefully they’d make some progress before that happened.
“Hey, Bijou?”
Turning, she saw Blaz strolling toward her. He smiled brightly, his nearly colorless eyes glittering merrily. “Mind giving me a hand? I need to interview a female. Thought you’d like to take a trip.”
Out of the mansion? No way could she pass that one up.
“Of course,” she told him, trying to tamp down some of her excitement. She turned back to the trainees. “Well, good luck to all of you. I’ll be around, so if you have any questions … I’ll do my best to help out.”
The two vampires—Romer and Berk—bowed before her, making her blush.
Knowing better than to wave them off, she offered a clumsy curtsy in return, then fell into step with Blaz.
“I will never get used to that,” she told the male.
“It’s nice to see, though.”
Yeah, maybe.
Still uber-weird.
“Next time, I’m driving,” Bijou told Blaz as the male steered the Escalade toward town.
“You don’t like my driving?”
“This is not driving,” she countered. “This is cruising.”
The male chuckled. “Your father would castrate me if anything happened to you. Since I’ve grown quite fond of my anatomy, I’ll stick with cruising.”
“Where are we meeting her?”
“Coffee shop.” His eyes remained on the road, even when they emerged from the angels’dhira, offering clear visibility.
“Seriously?” She fought the urge to clap her hands in glee.
Bijou couldn’t recall the last time she’d been to a coffee shop, but she could smell it now. The poignant aroma of espresso, the sweetness of all the fancy things they poured into their fancy drinks.
“Her name’s Leilana,” he said. “The female we’re meeting with.”
“What position are you interviewing for?”
“The personal assistant to the Alpha. According to her resume, she’s fully qualified.”
“And what makes someone qualified to be the PA to the leader of a race?” she inquired because she enjoyed talking to the male.
“Killer typing skills, for one.”
“And what exactly are we looking for in this candidate?”
“Think about the assistant as being the go-between. She’ll be the face of thekirlesgun.”
The face of the current regime. Made sense. “So we’re looking for someone who’s well-dressed and well-spoken?”
“Her attire’s not as important because we can work on that. However, her ability to communicate clearly is crucial, yes.”
“Do we know anything else about her? I assume she’ll be residing within the Lair.” It only made sense that they know her history.
