“Any time.” Xinyi grinned and then suddenly perked up as a song with a boppy beat came on over the speakers. “Oh, this is my song!” She tried to grab me to dance, but I laughed and shook my head. “Okay, I’ll be right back.”
I watched as the smaller female danced through the crowd to the little dancing area with a few of the other females. If only I could be as carefree as she was, not having to worry about watching my back every second of every minute.
My skin prickled, and I lifted my gaze once more. Kyren watched me with such intensity that I was sure he’d appear before me in the next moment. A part of me wanted him to and the other part was telling me to run away. I didn’t need the complication.
“Hey, Durand girl.” A semi-attractive werewolf threw an arm around my shoulders, his buttoned-down shirt stretching over his muscles. Those buttons threatened to pop at any moment. “I heard you like a little tag team action.” His words were slurred so I brushed his rudeness off as drunken confidence. “My buddy Seely and me would love to show you a good time. Make you forget all about... what’s their faces?”
Another male, this one a vampire almost as tall and muscled as his werewolf counterpart, licked his lips. The look in his eyes told me he wanted to do more than just screw me. No, this one wanted to see what I tasted like.
“No thanks, I’m good.” I shrugged his arm off my shoulder.
Unfortunately, that didn’t dissuade the werewolf enough. “Come on, I’m sure I’m much better in bed than those two fa—”
My elbow slammed into his face, sending him flying backward into several stools. The others scrambled out of hisway, eyes darting from me to him in a mixture of curiosity and fear, but no one stepped in to help him.
“Oops, did I get you?” I mocked, setting my drink down on the bar.
A hand clamped down on my shoulder. With half a thought, I grabbed that hand and twisted, turning around to face Seely. My free hand found the handle of the dagger tucked into the sheath, wrapped around my waist hidden behind my back. In one swift motion, I pressed the sharp edge into the vampire’s chest, causing him to hiss and snarl at me.
“I’m sorry? What was that?” I leaned my ear toward him. “You were just leaving? Oh, no. How sad.”
“That won’t kill me.”
I smirked. “Yeah, but it’ll hurt like hell.”
We were locked in a staring contest for a few minutes before Seely grunted. “Fine. Just let go of my wrist already. I play guitar and have a gig tomorrow. It’ll take longer than that to heal bone.”
Giving him a long meaningful look, I released his wrist but didn’t put away my dagger. Stepping back, I allowed Seely to help his buddy up, and they stumbled out of the bar. Seely sent me a glare over his shoulder before the door shut behind him.
“That. Was. Awesome.” Xinyi squealed, suddenly appearing at my side. “You, girl, kick ass. Didn’t you think so?” she asked the crowd, which returned with a mixture of agreement and comments I chose to ignore.
Leaning back against the bar, I picked my drink back up and held it between my hands, my eyes skimming over the crowd before landing back on where Kyren sat.
My brows furrowed. He was gone.
“Come on, Jack.” Xinyi pulled me by the arm. “There’s some people dying to meet you.”
Shaking my head, I smiled as I let her drag me further into the bar. I had a feeling this was going to be a long morning.
Chapter 11
Jack
I groaned and rubbed my eyes. I was never letting Xinyi convince me to go out on a school night again.
We didn’t get in until well after noon. Barely enough time to collapse into bed before I had to be up again for class. I would have slept in and just skipped class today had I not gotten a text from Tristen wanting an update on the mission.
So now, I was sitting in Supernatural Biology and Healing, and I could barely keep my eyes open.
Learning about the biology of supernatural creatures should have been an interesting class. For any other human servant who had only been around humans or vampires who had just changed, it would have been good information to know.
For someone who had lived with six vampire dads and spent the last ten years or so learning about and hunting the supernaturals, it was about as helpful as Supernatural Law and Enforcement. All information I already knew.
So, once more, I was doodling on my notebook while pretending to listen to what the professor said. This class counted as a lab so, instead of an auditorium-type setting, we were paired up at tall tables with the world’s most uncomfortable stools to sit on.
“Did you hear?” a female tried to whisper a table over.
“What?” her partner, also female, exclaimed not bothering to whisper.
