Page 26 of Her Vampire, His Ruin

“How did you know I was here?” I ask, cutting through the tension.

“Hettie posted a photo of you on her Instagram account about an hour ago,” he replies, his heated gaze roving over me. “She wrote in the comments the girls are out to play, and she tagged the location.”

“She did what?” I look over at Henrietta, who’s back to ogling Logan. “Henrietta, when did you post a photo of us?” I ask. She knows I hate it when she does that.

“I don’t know. Just after we arrived,” she replies, not even bothering to look at me given she’s so enraptured by Logan. If she were a cartoon, love hearts would be floating out of her eyes right about now.

“So you’re stalking Henrietta’s social media account now?” I ask, turning my attention back to Dorian.

He shrugs. “If I hadn’t, things could’ve turned out very differently tonight.”

“The only thing that would’ve turned out differently is John would’ve got a broken nose, and Mark a knee to the balls. Henrietta and I can look after ourselves.”

“Hettie has a bruised arm from that prick, and you hadn’t even noticed that arsehole dropping a drug into your drink. So no, you can’t look after yourselves,” Dorian argues.

He tried to drug me? Shit.

“Why is Dorian calling you Hettie?” Logan interrupts, his brows pinching together.

“You really have the most beautiful eyes. Are you sure you’re not an angel?” Henrietta responds with a sigh.

“Again. No. Answer the question.”

Jesus, he’s just like Dorian, except with shorter hair and more impatience.

“Because that’s my name. Hi, I’m Henrietta and you are…”

“Logan Crow,” he replies.

“You’re brothers?” I question.

Dorian nods. “We’re family.”

“But why is Dorian calling you Hettie?” Logan persists.

Henrietta’s cheeks flush. “You can call me Hettie too, if you’d like?”

Logan licks his lips, his intense gaze tracing over her face. “I can think of a few things to call you, and Hettie isn’t one of them.”

“Logan, back off,” Dorian says, before offering me his hand. “Shall we go?”

“Where?”

“Somewhere a little more private,” he replies.

“You’re angry,” I point out, standing but not taking his hand.

“Because of those men, not because you stood me up,” he replies, looking over my head at Logan. “Bring Hettie. She’s coming too.”

“I sure as fuck hope so,” Henrietta says, smothering another smile.

“That’s Henrietta to you,” Logan grinds out, a little too territorially for my liking.

“Possessive. Hmm, I could get used to this,” Henrietta says, and a muscle feathers in his jaw as he glares at her. I shake my head, not even sure I want to know what’s going on there.

“So, where are we going exactly?” I ask as Dorian guides me through the crowd.

“To the restaurant I booked for our date.”