A shorter excerpt today! But I should have the next one soon. If you're in the US, I hope you're having a great Labor Day!
As always, rough draft warning
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Nora and Jared #8
Nora brought a knife on her date. It was a small
sgian dubh, gifted to her by an Irish wolf who believed in the whole fated mates shit. She’d politely accepted it before jabbing it through his palm when he’d tried to touch her. Funny enough, he’d decided he was fated to be with someone else.
She let Craig open her door. His cologne mixed with the smells of the city. No scent of vampire yet, and the person manning Swirl’s door was human. The bloodsuckers would be inside, though. She was sure of it.
Anticipation made her buzz with energy. It attracted attention from her date and from the human at the door. They didn’t see anything, didn’t know why they were staring or what it was they sensed, but she could have asked for almost anything and they would have scrambled to make it happen. It was werewolf magic, a force that made her the most powerful and charismatic person in the room.
“Do you have a table preference?” Craig asked.
“Let’s sit at the bar.” She was already striding that way. Laila was there, leaning against the counter while the human bartenders attended to the guests. She straightened when she sensed Nora, and their eyes met.
Interesting choice to have Laila watching the place. She’d submitted to Nora two weeks ago and only Jared’s order to leave kept her from going for Nora’s throat. Most Aged vampires wouldn’t give their scions a second chance. Jared was testing Laila, seeing if she had learned a lesson, and Nora was happy to provide a challenge.
He looked at Nora. “Are you in the mood for Merlot?”
“I changed my mind,” Nora said. “Why don’t you find us a table?”
“Sure.” Craig didn’t even hesitate. He slid off his stool and made his way toward the hostess.
“How far away is your master?” Nora asked.
Laila nodded toward Craig. “It was nice of you to accept our invitation.”
Nora sniffed. “I warned Jared not to mess with my friends. Influencing Craig to ask me out counts as messing with them.”
“Because only you are allowed to manipulate humans, of course.”
Nora slipped the
sgian dubhfrom its sheath and casually set it on the bar, hiding the fact that Laila’s little comment had sank its barbs into her skin. That had always been an issue, how easy it was to make humans do what she wanted. She had to actively try not to exert her will around them. It was exhausting, and when she was agitated, she tended to forget to rein in her dominance.
Nora placed a finger on the
sgian dubh’shilt and slowly spun it in a circle. “You know, I originally thought he posted you here to give you a second chance. But I was wrong. He posted you here to die.”
Laila met her stare, leaned over the bar, and said, “Go for it.”
Nora drew the dagger across her palm. Laila’s pupils dilated. Her body gave a little jerk.
Nora clenched her fist and blood dripped to the bar. The cut healed quickly, though. Only a few drops fell.
“Your date is returning.” Laila pronounced each word distinctly.
Well, well. Laila didn’t immediately pounce. She must have drank from a powerful vampire recently. Jared? Nora couldn’t smell him on her.
“You and Craig know each other well,” Nora said.
Laila gave her a tight smile. “We’ve run into each other once or twice.”
Nora didn’t smell the human’s scent on Laila, but the bar was crowded, and she’d just spent half an hour in a car with Craig. His scent could be obscured by the environment. If Laila had bitten him, though, Nora could justify killing the vampire for encroaching on her territory. On the other hand, Craig could barely be called hers. They were more acquaintances than friends.
Laila wiped away Nora’s blood with a white cloth napkin. “I’ll let Jared know you were here.”
She made it sound like he wasn’t going to show up. If he didn’t, why go through the trouble of luring her out there? To rub his ownership of the wine bar in her face? To see if she’d follow through on her threat?
Craig reached her side. “I found us a table. Ready to sit?”
Nora gritted her teeth, clamping down on her wolf’s demand for violence. Whoever Laila had drank from was strong enough to keep her satiated, and Nora had enough self control not to attack the vampire in public. There would be no bloodshed tonight.
“Yes,” Nora grumbled. “Let’s sit.”
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