“So?”
she nudged me again, her dress hanging precariously low.
“What?”
I asked.
“How
long have you been soul sucking?”
I
swallowed hard and turned back to the bar. “Piss off.” Anger would surely make
her go away.
She
laughed, a noise that captivated every part of my traitorous body. “You can’t
fool me cambion. I sensed you a mile away.”
“You’re
a crazy wench,” I mumbled into my new mug.
“And
you’re a bloke in denial.” She pushed a drunkard off his nearby stool and dragged
it over next to me. I watched as the patron said nothing when he looked at the
delicious thief. “Trust me, it gets better.” When I flagged down the bartender,
she continued. “Working for demons is much better than working for the other
side.”
I sighed.
“You’re still here?”
She
laughed again and tossed her auburn hair over her shoulder with practiced
perfection. Leaning close enough to touch me, she grabbed the mug from my
hands. My body quivered, reacting even though I tried to will it away. Damn harpy.
“I’ve
never met one of you before,” she cooed as she stole my ale.
I
raised my eyebrows, hoping that I could ignore her. Just before she was about
to speak again, the bartender stepped in front of us. “Give me the soup,” I
said.
“And
for the lady?” The man obviously had no idea who he was talking to. Or what she
was.
“No,”
she giggled. “I’ll just have some of his.” Propping up on her elbows, she
leaned forward so that the man got an ample view of her assets. His jaw dropped
in awe. “But I may need another ale if it’s not too much trouble.” She brushed
her hand along his cheek and against his lips.
I
thought the guy died since it took him several seconds before he breathed
again.
Clearing
my throat, I shifted to the side, annoyed with her intrusion. I didn’t need to
be around someone like her. It would only lead to trouble.
Oooo sounds good!! Thanks for the teaser and more to look forward to lol
ReplyDeleteThanks Tiffany! :)
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