Ignoring their reaction, Theron focused on me. He waited until I sat, then slowly slid into his chair. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and after several moments of awkward silence, he finally spoke.
“I liked you better in the leather boots.”
Forcing calmness into my voice, I mumbled, “Too bad.”
He laughed and handed me the extra drink. “I ordered you a daiquiri.” He winked. “Virgin, of course.”
Even though it didn’t bother most Wardens, my stomach never tolerated alcohol from the living world very well. Smiling sarcastically, I took the drink and made a show out of sipping it slowly. The taste of fresh strawberries and tangerines burst in my mouth, helping me forget, for just a moment, why I was here. After finishing half of my delightful drink, I set the glass down.
“What do you want?” I asked, all business.
“Can’t we just sit here and enjoy our time together for a little bit?” Although speaking to me, Theron’s eyes drifted to the side and I caught a flash of darkness behind them.
I shivered and then I got angry. “Are you hunting?” I whispered through gritted teeth. He didn’t respond, so I reached out and grabbed his wrist. His cold skin pulsated with something underneath, ice blue veins rising to the surface in anticipation. I wanted to let go, but he needed to get control of himself. “Theron!”