caller ID, Salvatore answered. “You must have some mind-reading capabilities…Yes, I’m watching his potential as we speak…yes he’s dancing…I hardly think that’s relevant…No, a male…I’ll tell him when he gets back… Of course… See you then… Au revoir .”
The cell phone shut with an audible snap.
“How odd,” Salvatore commented once the conversation was over.
Tony raised a brow. “What was odd, my lord?”
Salvatore just shook in head. “When Dageus gets back from his drink, remind me to tell him that he is due at the theater in three hours’ time.” The brothers looked shocked.
“My lord, we don’t trust him,” Germany interjected. The quietest of the bunch rarely voiced his opinion, but when he did, it was a powerful influence.
“Don’t you think I know that, my Ravyn?” Salvatore asked, his eyes taking on a serious light. They leaned forward to listen to their lord’s next words.
“We’ll watch Dageus and Alex interact for a while, allow Dageus to awaken this new passion of his, and then break the bond between Dageus and the Master of Haven. Given enough time, our magicks should be able to disrupt Alex’s enough to break it. The Master will be unhappy, but Dageus will be free.”
They all nodded at his genius, content to rely on his judgment. Salvatore just prayed that Dageus would forgive them for it.
* * * *
“So how long have you been in Haven?” Torren asked as Dageus downed another shot of Patron. Dageus hadn’t meant to order the most expensive drink at the bar, but he’d asked Torren for a suggestion, and it was what he’d recommended. Dageus watched the male look him up and down and smiled to himself. The Ravyn would make sure that the time and money he was spending on him was worth it. “A couple months,” Dageus offered evasively, obviously trying his hand at flirting. Torren smiled. He’d told him earlier that he thought Dageus’s innocence was sweet.
“So, listen, I was thinking,” Torren said, working up his courage, “How about we grab dinner and a movie tomorrow?” Dageus looked shocked and then promptly blushed. He opened his mouth to reply in the affirmative but was cut off.
“I’m afraid that would not be at all possible,” a dark, menacing voice interjected. “In fact I think it best if you never speak to him again.”
Dageus, startled, turned his head to look behind him to find one very pissed-off vampire glaring daggers in his direction.
“A–Alex?” he stuttered. Torren’s eyes narrowed considerably.
“If I would’ve known he was spoken for, I would’ve never asked,” he replied, his honor bristling at the pure note of accusation in Alex’s voice. Dageus’s temper flared.
“I’m not spoken for,” he snapped in annoyance.
Alex’s brows shot up. With an inhuman hiss, he grabbed Dageus’s arm and hauled him off of the barstool. The bouncers, seeing trouble, made their way toward them.
“Excuse me, sir,” one of them began. Alex whirled around, Dageus’s arm still in his grip, and glared. The big man’s eyes widened. “Oh sorry, my lord. I didn’t recognize you. Do you want us to escort that one out of the club?” he asked, pointing toward Torren’s frozen form.
He shook his head. “No need, Charles. Thank you.” Dageus snarled at the dismissal in his voice. Torren quietly excused himself from the bar stool.
Dageus looked on in dismay as Torren left the bar. “Now look at what you’ve done!”
Alex snarled right back. “Mine!” he roared like a Neanderthal. Dageus gave a great mental push against the Master of the City. He staggered, but his grip on Dageus didn’t loosen. Dageus winced, knowing the vampire was leaving bruises.
“How dare you…” Alex whispered menacingly. Dageus glared at him and opened his mouth to tell him where to get off. One moment they were standing by the bar, moments away from a fist fight with the other four Ravyns riding to the rescue, and the next they were gone.
The cell phone shut with an audible snap.
“How odd,” Salvatore commented once the conversation was over.
Tony raised a brow. “What was odd, my lord?”
Salvatore just shook in head. “When Dageus gets back from his drink, remind me to tell him that he is due at the theater in three hours’ time.” The brothers looked shocked.
“My lord, we don’t trust him,” Germany interjected. The quietest of the bunch rarely voiced his opinion, but when he did, it was a powerful influence.
“Don’t you think I know that, my Ravyn?” Salvatore asked, his eyes taking on a serious light. They leaned forward to listen to their lord’s next words.
“We’ll watch Dageus and Alex interact for a while, allow Dageus to awaken this new passion of his, and then break the bond between Dageus and the Master of Haven. Given enough time, our magicks should be able to disrupt Alex’s enough to break it. The Master will be unhappy, but Dageus will be free.”
They all nodded at his genius, content to rely on his judgment. Salvatore just prayed that Dageus would forgive them for it.
* * * *
“So how long have you been in Haven?” Torren asked as Dageus downed another shot of Patron. Dageus hadn’t meant to order the most expensive drink at the bar, but he’d asked Torren for a suggestion, and it was what he’d recommended. Dageus watched the male look him up and down and smiled to himself. The Ravyn would make sure that the time and money he was spending on him was worth it. “A couple months,” Dageus offered evasively, obviously trying his hand at flirting. Torren smiled. He’d told him earlier that he thought Dageus’s innocence was sweet.
“So, listen, I was thinking,” Torren said, working up his courage, “How about we grab dinner and a movie tomorrow?” Dageus looked shocked and then promptly blushed. He opened his mouth to reply in the affirmative but was cut off.
“I’m afraid that would not be at all possible,” a dark, menacing voice interjected. “In fact I think it best if you never speak to him again.”
Dageus, startled, turned his head to look behind him to find one very pissed-off vampire glaring daggers in his direction.
“A–Alex?” he stuttered. Torren’s eyes narrowed considerably.
“If I would’ve known he was spoken for, I would’ve never asked,” he replied, his honor bristling at the pure note of accusation in Alex’s voice. Dageus’s temper flared.
“I’m not spoken for,” he snapped in annoyance.
Alex’s brows shot up. With an inhuman hiss, he grabbed Dageus’s arm and hauled him off of the barstool. The bouncers, seeing trouble, made their way toward them.
“Excuse me, sir,” one of them began. Alex whirled around, Dageus’s arm still in his grip, and glared. The big man’s eyes widened. “Oh sorry, my lord. I didn’t recognize you. Do you want us to escort that one out of the club?” he asked, pointing toward Torren’s frozen form.
He shook his head. “No need, Charles. Thank you.” Dageus snarled at the dismissal in his voice. Torren quietly excused himself from the bar stool.
Dageus looked on in dismay as Torren left the bar. “Now look at what you’ve done!”
Alex snarled right back. “Mine!” he roared like a Neanderthal. Dageus gave a great mental push against the Master of the City. He staggered, but his grip on Dageus didn’t loosen. Dageus winced, knowing the vampire was leaving bruises.
“How dare you…” Alex whispered menacingly. Dageus glared at him and opened his mouth to tell him where to get off. One moment they were standing by the bar, moments away from a fist fight with the other four Ravyns riding to the rescue, and the next they were gone.
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