into her.
Even knowing that he was an almost-immortal who’d likely forget her between one heartbeat and the next, it took everything she had to fight the urge to give in to the seduction of him. “Maybe you should go back to your delectable morsel.”
“I chose a bottle of preserved blood instead.” Walking over, he stood beside her, staring out at the sky into which Nazarach had disappeared. “Seems I’m tempted by far more dangerous fare these days.”
Ashwini considered walking away, then decided she didn’t want to tangle with the ghosts, not when she could steal a few more moments of blessed silenc. So she stayed outside, shoulder to thigh with a vampire who might yet make her break all her rules about sleeping with the enemy.
T he Fisherman’s Daughter was exactly as advertised—a tavern that served beer, hard spirits, and hearty food. No fancy hors d’oeuvres or chichi décor for this place. It was all wooden beams and buxom serving maids.
“Wenches,” Janvier said when she voiced the thought. “They’re always wenches in a tavern.”
She watched him take a leisurely survey of the plump, silken flesh on view. “If I liked women, I’d go for the redhead.”
“Hmm, too short. I like my women long and lean.” A smile that told her he was thinking thoughts that would undoubtedly make a lesser woman blush. “But, for a ménage à trois, yes, she’d do.”
“Any man who tries to bring a third into my bed had better be wearing armor.” She played a silver throwing star in and around her fingers.
“Possessive?” Janvier said, his tone dropping. “So am I.”
Raising her head to answer, she froze. “Callan just walked in with a small Hispanic woman.”
Janvier ran his foot up her calf. “A bit on the side?”
“No. She moves like she knows how to use that gun hidden under her shirt.” Watching the two banter with the barman, she ate a chunky piece of fried potato. “Time to earn your keep. Charm your way into their circle.”
“In that case, you’ll have to pretend to be
my
bit on the side.”
“I can’t pretend to be harmless.”
A thin line of blood marred Janvier’s thumb as he picked up the gleaming silver star she’d left on the table. He didn’t even flinch. “I’ve always been known to skate on the wrong side of the line.” Getting up, he slid the star into a pocket and began to amble toward the bar, his lazy, long-limbed stride catching every female eye in the place… including that of Callan’s enforcer.
But the woman went on immediate alert the instant Janvier reached out to tap Callan on the shoulder. “Cal, that you?”
The enforcer didn’t relax until her big, blond boss turned to give Janvier a back-slapping hug. “Damn, Cajun, you’re not dead yet?”
“Why the hell does everyone ask me that?” Janvier said without heat before bestowing a dazzling smile on the enforcer. “Won’t you introduce me?”
Laughing, the leader of the Fox kiss turned to the female vampire by his side. “Perida, this is Janvier. Don’t trust a word that comes out of his mouth.”
Ashwini decided it was time to make her move.
“A pleasure, darlin’.” Lifting the woman’s delicate hand to his mouth, Janvier went to kiss it.
Ashwini put her own hand on his shoulder, squeezed. “I wouldn’t/p>
“
Cher
.”
Janvier released a surprised Perida with a languid shrug. “So possessive you are.” Playful words, an intimate joke.
Ashwini looked up in time to catch Callan’s eye. One glance and she knew he’d taken in her clothing, her stance, thescars on her fingers, just above her pulse. So it didn’t surprise her when he said, “Hunter.”
“Vampire.” She leaned into Janvier, let him put his arm around her waist. The touch seared her, made her hunger for more. “We ready to go?”
Janvier played his part to perfection, sending her a charming smile.
Even knowing that he was an almost-immortal who’d likely forget her between one heartbeat and the next, it took everything she had to fight the urge to give in to the seduction of him. “Maybe you should go back to your delectable morsel.”
“I chose a bottle of preserved blood instead.” Walking over, he stood beside her, staring out at the sky into which Nazarach had disappeared. “Seems I’m tempted by far more dangerous fare these days.”
Ashwini considered walking away, then decided she didn’t want to tangle with the ghosts, not when she could steal a few more moments of blessed silenc. So she stayed outside, shoulder to thigh with a vampire who might yet make her break all her rules about sleeping with the enemy.
T he Fisherman’s Daughter was exactly as advertised—a tavern that served beer, hard spirits, and hearty food. No fancy hors d’oeuvres or chichi décor for this place. It was all wooden beams and buxom serving maids.
“Wenches,” Janvier said when she voiced the thought. “They’re always wenches in a tavern.”
She watched him take a leisurely survey of the plump, silken flesh on view. “If I liked women, I’d go for the redhead.”
“Hmm, too short. I like my women long and lean.” A smile that told her he was thinking thoughts that would undoubtedly make a lesser woman blush. “But, for a ménage à trois, yes, she’d do.”
“Any man who tries to bring a third into my bed had better be wearing armor.” She played a silver throwing star in and around her fingers.
“Possessive?” Janvier said, his tone dropping. “So am I.”
Raising her head to answer, she froze. “Callan just walked in with a small Hispanic woman.”
Janvier ran his foot up her calf. “A bit on the side?”
“No. She moves like she knows how to use that gun hidden under her shirt.” Watching the two banter with the barman, she ate a chunky piece of fried potato. “Time to earn your keep. Charm your way into their circle.”
“In that case, you’ll have to pretend to be
my
bit on the side.”
“I can’t pretend to be harmless.”
A thin line of blood marred Janvier’s thumb as he picked up the gleaming silver star she’d left on the table. He didn’t even flinch. “I’ve always been known to skate on the wrong side of the line.” Getting up, he slid the star into a pocket and began to amble toward the bar, his lazy, long-limbed stride catching every female eye in the place… including that of Callan’s enforcer.
But the woman went on immediate alert the instant Janvier reached out to tap Callan on the shoulder. “Cal, that you?”
The enforcer didn’t relax until her big, blond boss turned to give Janvier a back-slapping hug. “Damn, Cajun, you’re not dead yet?”
“Why the hell does everyone ask me that?” Janvier said without heat before bestowing a dazzling smile on the enforcer. “Won’t you introduce me?”
Laughing, the leader of the Fox kiss turned to the female vampire by his side. “Perida, this is Janvier. Don’t trust a word that comes out of his mouth.”
Ashwini decided it was time to make her move.
“A pleasure, darlin’.” Lifting the woman’s delicate hand to his mouth, Janvier went to kiss it.
Ashwini put her own hand on his shoulder, squeezed. “I wouldn’t/p>
“
Cher
.”
Janvier released a surprised Perida with a languid shrug. “So possessive you are.” Playful words, an intimate joke.
Ashwini looked up in time to catch Callan’s eye. One glance and she knew he’d taken in her clothing, her stance, thescars on her fingers, just above her pulse. So it didn’t surprise her when he said, “Hunter.”
“Vampire.” She leaned into Janvier, let him put his arm around her waist. The touch seared her, made her hunger for more. “We ready to go?”
Janvier played his part to perfection, sending her a charming smile.
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