Nash.
“Would you rather I drip
blood everywhere in a club full of vampires?” I looked at him expectantly.
Nash clenched his jaw and
turned away. Isaac grasped my wrist and laved it with his tongue. It
instantly healed. If only we could bottle the wonder that was vampire spit.
We’d make a fortune.
“Thanks, Isaac,” I said,
mopping off my arm the best I could before cleaning off my katana. I held out
his now bloodied handkerchief and gave him a sheepish grin. I didn’t have
anywhere to put it.
“You’re most welcome Harry,”
he said, taking the cloth and stuffing it into his pocket. “And thank you.”
He put an arm around Hilde’s shoulders.
“Thank you, thank you,
Harry.” Hilde threw her arms around me. “I will defend you to my last death
and bake you the best bread you have ever tasted.” She smiled.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re welcome, Hilde. I guess I should say welcome to the family.”
Isaac pulled the exuberant
Hilde off me. “You should go, Harry. Best not to keep Salvador waiting.”
“Yeah, you’re right. So, I
guess…” I looked over at a scowling Nash. “I guess I have a ride home,
so you can go on without me.” Nash snorted. I shot him a glare, but he just
stared back at me, his eyebrows rising. I turned back to look at Hilde. “Isaac
will find someplace for you to spend the day.” I looked at
Isaac.
He nodded. “Not to worry,
Harry. We’ll work something out.”
Nash grabbed my arm
impatiently. “Come on Harry, quit stalling. His highness is going to be
getting impatient.” He dragged me towards the elevator.
The bell dinged and the doors
opened immediately. Salvador must have sent it back down for us. We stepped
inside, Nash releasing my arm to punch a code into the panel as the doors slid
shut. I leaned back against the wall and crossed my arms, waiting for Nash’s
outburst. He turned and leaned against the side wall and looked at me, his
lips drawn, his brow furrowed. He was pissed.
“Well, come on,” I said.
“Let’s have it.”
Chapter Twelve
The elevator ride seemed to
go on forever.
Nash narrowed his eyes, his
nostrils flaring as he took in a deep breath. Finally, the elevator dinged
again. We were at our floor. Nash strode out the moment the doors slid open,
stopping with his hand on the door frame. “Trust me Harry, I will certainly let
you have it.” He gave me a scorching look that almost made my knees buckle and
then stalked away. I stood for a moment as heat flooded through my body. I
wasn’t sure if he was planning on fucking me or punishing me or both. And
didn’t the ‘all of the above’ answer just turn my crank? I took another deep
breath, leaping for the elevator door as the bell rang and it began to slide
closed.
I hurried out the door and
into a large foyer. I had no clue where I was. A semi-darkened hall to the
left seemed to lead to a large open spaced room with floor to ceiling windows.
I could hear glasses clinking and the low purr of Salvador’s voice, so I followed
the sounds down the hall and stepped out into the room. I gaped, looking
around at the swanky apartment. I had expected to get out in Salvador’s
private lounge above the club, but instead, the elevator had carried us all the
way up to the penthouse and what must be Salvador’s private quarters.
“Ah, there she is,” Salvador
was standing at a small butler’s cart, helping himself to some ice for his
drink. He waved the ice tongs at me. “Come in, Harry. Don’t be shy.” He fixed
me with a stare. “Or perhaps I should call you Angharad Grainne, as I am
particularly miffed with you.”
I winced. It’s not that I
didn’t like my name, although I did prefer Harry, but I certainly didn’t want
Salvador whipping out my first and middle names so he could scold me like,
well, like he was my father or something.
“Really Salvador,” I said as casually
as I could, shooting a quick glance at Nash. “I’m not a child.” Nash, who
“Would you rather I drip
blood everywhere in a club full of vampires?” I looked at him expectantly.
Nash clenched his jaw and
turned away. Isaac grasped my wrist and laved it with his tongue. It
instantly healed. If only we could bottle the wonder that was vampire spit.
We’d make a fortune.
“Thanks, Isaac,” I said,
mopping off my arm the best I could before cleaning off my katana. I held out
his now bloodied handkerchief and gave him a sheepish grin. I didn’t have
anywhere to put it.
“You’re most welcome Harry,”
he said, taking the cloth and stuffing it into his pocket. “And thank you.”
He put an arm around Hilde’s shoulders.
“Thank you, thank you,
Harry.” Hilde threw her arms around me. “I will defend you to my last death
and bake you the best bread you have ever tasted.” She smiled.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re welcome, Hilde. I guess I should say welcome to the family.”
Isaac pulled the exuberant
Hilde off me. “You should go, Harry. Best not to keep Salvador waiting.”
“Yeah, you’re right. So, I
guess…” I looked over at a scowling Nash. “I guess I have a ride home,
so you can go on without me.” Nash snorted. I shot him a glare, but he just
stared back at me, his eyebrows rising. I turned back to look at Hilde. “Isaac
will find someplace for you to spend the day.” I looked at
Isaac.
He nodded. “Not to worry,
Harry. We’ll work something out.”
Nash grabbed my arm
impatiently. “Come on Harry, quit stalling. His highness is going to be
getting impatient.” He dragged me towards the elevator.
The bell dinged and the doors
opened immediately. Salvador must have sent it back down for us. We stepped
inside, Nash releasing my arm to punch a code into the panel as the doors slid
shut. I leaned back against the wall and crossed my arms, waiting for Nash’s
outburst. He turned and leaned against the side wall and looked at me, his
lips drawn, his brow furrowed. He was pissed.
“Well, come on,” I said.
“Let’s have it.”
Chapter Twelve
The elevator ride seemed to
go on forever.
Nash narrowed his eyes, his
nostrils flaring as he took in a deep breath. Finally, the elevator dinged
again. We were at our floor. Nash strode out the moment the doors slid open,
stopping with his hand on the door frame. “Trust me Harry, I will certainly let
you have it.” He gave me a scorching look that almost made my knees buckle and
then stalked away. I stood for a moment as heat flooded through my body. I
wasn’t sure if he was planning on fucking me or punishing me or both. And
didn’t the ‘all of the above’ answer just turn my crank? I took another deep
breath, leaping for the elevator door as the bell rang and it began to slide
closed.
I hurried out the door and
into a large foyer. I had no clue where I was. A semi-darkened hall to the
left seemed to lead to a large open spaced room with floor to ceiling windows.
I could hear glasses clinking and the low purr of Salvador’s voice, so I followed
the sounds down the hall and stepped out into the room. I gaped, looking
around at the swanky apartment. I had expected to get out in Salvador’s
private lounge above the club, but instead, the elevator had carried us all the
way up to the penthouse and what must be Salvador’s private quarters.
“Ah, there she is,” Salvador
was standing at a small butler’s cart, helping himself to some ice for his
drink. He waved the ice tongs at me. “Come in, Harry. Don’t be shy.” He fixed
me with a stare. “Or perhaps I should call you Angharad Grainne, as I am
particularly miffed with you.”
I winced. It’s not that I
didn’t like my name, although I did prefer Harry, but I certainly didn’t want
Salvador whipping out my first and middle names so he could scold me like,
well, like he was my father or something.
“Really Salvador,” I said as casually
as I could, shooting a quick glance at Nash. “I’m not a child.” Nash, who
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