heaved a sigh when she caught sight of the sleek limos waiting for them on the tarmac.
“Subtle. You really think with such long lives you guys would understand subtle.”
“There’s no need to ride in a jalopy. We’re far from the only ones who will be picked up by private car at an airfield.” Clive indicated she get in. First because he was a gentleman, second because he got a great look at her arse, and third because David had already slid inside, which meant she’d be effectively trapped between them and unable to escape easily in a fit of pique.
Clive sort of liked her fits of pique. Especially when they weren’t aimed at him. But he wanted to get settled at this house the Nation had arranged and then she could be grumpy and he could tempt her away from a bad mood with sex.
They glided down narrow streets, through a series of gates, climbing until they reached a final set of wrought iron gates with the Nation’s crest worked into the design where they met. The two limousines paused, waiting to be admitted.
Rowan’s sigh was so fantastically laden with unspoken complaint and criticism he was truly impressed.
“I’m surprised there aren’t any neon bits or inlaid gems. You guys are classy that way,” she muttered.
David handed her a little wrapped square. “Caramel chocolate. Your favorite.”
She unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth. “Is this your way of keeping me in a non-killing mood, David?”
Clive didn’t say a word as her assistant blushed but wisely also said nothing.
“I sure hope there’s enough room for us all,” Rowan said—though less viciously—as they were cleared and the gates slid open.
“Your apartment is at least six thousand square feet. Hypocrite.” Clive winked at her.
“So? You can’t even compare this. Moreover, I do it better. And when Vampires come to call, I need the room for their giant egos.”
“I figured you liked the giant other things,” he said in her ear as he walked past her as they entered the home.
Servants quietly moved through the space, which was spotless and clearly ready for guests.
“I’m going to have to take a closer look at your friends, Scion. They’re obviously a bad influence on you.” One corner of Rowan’s mouth tipped up.
He approved of her turn of emotion.
Until she rounded on a Vampire who’d been stalking David. She shoved him, hard and he stumbled away. “You, back off or I’ll rip your head off and shove it up your ass.”
“I’d like to see you try,” this obviously stupid Vampire tossed back at her.
Before Warren could complete three words of warning to his underling, Rowan had already punched him so hard—and unexpectedly for that Vampire—he wiped blood from his lip, blinking his confusion.
But the punch hadn’t made him any wiser. The Vampire growled at Rowan, starting in her direction. “You think you’re tough?”
“I think you’re stupid.” Rowan squared her shoulders and adjusted her stance. “I
know
I’m tough.” She grinned and he came at her, as she’d planned.
Two quick moves and the Vampire ended up on his back, cupping his balls, blood freely running from a nose she’d broken.
The Rowan Summerwaite
break-the-nose-knee-the-balls
one-two.
“Golly, I’m feeling tough right now.”
The Vampire roared and Rowan laughed, now clearly in the mood to bring the pain.
Warren sighed, stepping in between them. “My apologies, Hunter.”
She frowned and waved him away. “I don’t want those. I want to make my point to your sadly uneducated little buddy there.” She said it in Czech and then laughed at their expressions. She addressed the bloody Vampire still on his back. “I know lots of things. Get up and I’ll show you some more.”
Bravely, Warren remained between them, and Clive had to admire the way he protected his staff. Though he knew it wouldn’t last forever and regardless, the Vampire on the floor would get his punishment from Warren once this was cleared
“Subtle. You really think with such long lives you guys would understand subtle.”
“There’s no need to ride in a jalopy. We’re far from the only ones who will be picked up by private car at an airfield.” Clive indicated she get in. First because he was a gentleman, second because he got a great look at her arse, and third because David had already slid inside, which meant she’d be effectively trapped between them and unable to escape easily in a fit of pique.
Clive sort of liked her fits of pique. Especially when they weren’t aimed at him. But he wanted to get settled at this house the Nation had arranged and then she could be grumpy and he could tempt her away from a bad mood with sex.
They glided down narrow streets, through a series of gates, climbing until they reached a final set of wrought iron gates with the Nation’s crest worked into the design where they met. The two limousines paused, waiting to be admitted.
Rowan’s sigh was so fantastically laden with unspoken complaint and criticism he was truly impressed.
“I’m surprised there aren’t any neon bits or inlaid gems. You guys are classy that way,” she muttered.
David handed her a little wrapped square. “Caramel chocolate. Your favorite.”
She unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth. “Is this your way of keeping me in a non-killing mood, David?”
Clive didn’t say a word as her assistant blushed but wisely also said nothing.
“I sure hope there’s enough room for us all,” Rowan said—though less viciously—as they were cleared and the gates slid open.
“Your apartment is at least six thousand square feet. Hypocrite.” Clive winked at her.
“So? You can’t even compare this. Moreover, I do it better. And when Vampires come to call, I need the room for their giant egos.”
“I figured you liked the giant other things,” he said in her ear as he walked past her as they entered the home.
Servants quietly moved through the space, which was spotless and clearly ready for guests.
“I’m going to have to take a closer look at your friends, Scion. They’re obviously a bad influence on you.” One corner of Rowan’s mouth tipped up.
He approved of her turn of emotion.
Until she rounded on a Vampire who’d been stalking David. She shoved him, hard and he stumbled away. “You, back off or I’ll rip your head off and shove it up your ass.”
“I’d like to see you try,” this obviously stupid Vampire tossed back at her.
Before Warren could complete three words of warning to his underling, Rowan had already punched him so hard—and unexpectedly for that Vampire—he wiped blood from his lip, blinking his confusion.
But the punch hadn’t made him any wiser. The Vampire growled at Rowan, starting in her direction. “You think you’re tough?”
“I think you’re stupid.” Rowan squared her shoulders and adjusted her stance. “I
know
I’m tough.” She grinned and he came at her, as she’d planned.
Two quick moves and the Vampire ended up on his back, cupping his balls, blood freely running from a nose she’d broken.
The Rowan Summerwaite
break-the-nose-knee-the-balls
one-two.
“Golly, I’m feeling tough right now.”
The Vampire roared and Rowan laughed, now clearly in the mood to bring the pain.
Warren sighed, stepping in between them. “My apologies, Hunter.”
She frowned and waved him away. “I don’t want those. I want to make my point to your sadly uneducated little buddy there.” She said it in Czech and then laughed at their expressions. She addressed the bloody Vampire still on his back. “I know lots of things. Get up and I’ll show you some more.”
Bravely, Warren remained between them, and Clive had to admire the way he protected his staff. Though he knew it wouldn’t last forever and regardless, the Vampire on the floor would get his punishment from Warren once this was cleared
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