then maybe he could tear his thoughts from her and focus on his mission.
At the counter, he stowed the cuffs in a back pocket, then proffered gold coins. He’d made exchanges for these newer coins in the Elserealms, but they were still old. No choice but to use them.
As he tendered payment, his ears twitched. Something large was moving beneath the old floorboards of this shop, something . . . slithering. He despised snakes. He inwardly shuddered at the memory of the serpent shifter he’d been forced to pleasure. “Loa, do you keep a snake down there?”
She narrowed her amber gaze. “For dark fey askin’ too many questions.”
“I pass for pure-blooded fey. How’d you know?”
“Your canines. Touch too long. Says demon blood to me.”
“Ah, but I could be half vampire.”
“Plum-colored eyes.”
He grinned down at her. “Keen observations. And here I thought you were studiously ignoring me.”
“No threats escape Loa’s notice.”
She must possess a wealth of knowledge about her customers. Secrets for the taking. “How did you know about the eyes? You couldn’t have met many of us.”
The few dark fey he’d encountered had each been born of a different combination of fey and demon. Rage demon/ice fey, forest fey/smoke demon, and so on . . .
Their characteristics and level of toxicity had varied. But all of them had possessed plum-colored eyes.
Loa’s mien turned calculating. “Perhaps I’ve been seein’ a dark fey female in this very city. Perhaps she’s pretty to look upon.”
He straightened, quickly asking, “How much to buy a lead on her?” For some reason, Josephine’s ethereal face flashed in his mind.
“Why should I transact with you?” Loa asked.
Rune rested his forearms on the counter, leaning in. Catching her gaze, he raked one of his fangs over his bottom lip. “Why
shouldn’t
you want to do more with me, dove?”
Her pupils dilated as she focused on his mouth, her breaths shallowing. She blinked several times, then glared. “You’re a baneblood—with a healing
vampire bite
on his neck—who’s buyin’
restraints
with too-old gold. What could possibly be troublin’ there?” Despite this, she was definitely interested.
“It’s a funny story.”
Which I will never tell you.
“We should have dinner.”
An arched brow. “Should we, then?”
He lowered his voice to a murmur, “Yes, and while we’re there, I’ll convince you to
transact
with me. Over and over.”
Loa crossed her arms over her ample breasts. “I don’t think—”
“Ah-ah, dove. I know females, and I’m gazing at one who needs more than just coin. . . .” He trailed off, muscles tensing.
Over all the other smells of this shop, he caught a scent.
Valkyrie.
FIFTEEN
M aybe I don’t have more pride than the nymphs
, Jo thought as she gazed into the mirror at her new dress.
A scarlet sheath. Strapless. Micromini length.
When she’d decided to return to the Quarter to confront Rune, she’d surveyed her clothes rack of vintage threads, but she’d found nothing as sexy as what the nymphs had worn.
Unacceptable.
So she’d dashed to a second-hand boutique for a bit of shopping. Or more accurately, for a bit of shop
lifting
. Then she’d heated a mug of blood to drink while getting ready. She frowned. The mug was untouched, the blood cold. It’d smelled off anyway.
As long as she didn’t expend too much energy, she could miss a meal.
She turned in the mirror, then back. She’d opted for a strapless pushup bra that concealed her nipple piercings and lifted her boobs almost to her chin. She’d blown her hair out into big curls and defined her eyes with smoky liner. Clear glitter nail polish made her black claws sparkle. After nibbling her lips till they were blood red, she’d slipped on strappy stilettos.
Her bullet necklace dipped toward her cleavage. A silver bangle circled one bare arm above her elbow. She’d chosen chandelier earrings to dangle from her lobes and her
At the counter, he stowed the cuffs in a back pocket, then proffered gold coins. He’d made exchanges for these newer coins in the Elserealms, but they were still old. No choice but to use them.
As he tendered payment, his ears twitched. Something large was moving beneath the old floorboards of this shop, something . . . slithering. He despised snakes. He inwardly shuddered at the memory of the serpent shifter he’d been forced to pleasure. “Loa, do you keep a snake down there?”
She narrowed her amber gaze. “For dark fey askin’ too many questions.”
“I pass for pure-blooded fey. How’d you know?”
“Your canines. Touch too long. Says demon blood to me.”
“Ah, but I could be half vampire.”
“Plum-colored eyes.”
He grinned down at her. “Keen observations. And here I thought you were studiously ignoring me.”
“No threats escape Loa’s notice.”
She must possess a wealth of knowledge about her customers. Secrets for the taking. “How did you know about the eyes? You couldn’t have met many of us.”
The few dark fey he’d encountered had each been born of a different combination of fey and demon. Rage demon/ice fey, forest fey/smoke demon, and so on . . .
Their characteristics and level of toxicity had varied. But all of them had possessed plum-colored eyes.
Loa’s mien turned calculating. “Perhaps I’ve been seein’ a dark fey female in this very city. Perhaps she’s pretty to look upon.”
He straightened, quickly asking, “How much to buy a lead on her?” For some reason, Josephine’s ethereal face flashed in his mind.
“Why should I transact with you?” Loa asked.
Rune rested his forearms on the counter, leaning in. Catching her gaze, he raked one of his fangs over his bottom lip. “Why
shouldn’t
you want to do more with me, dove?”
Her pupils dilated as she focused on his mouth, her breaths shallowing. She blinked several times, then glared. “You’re a baneblood—with a healing
vampire bite
on his neck—who’s buyin’
restraints
with too-old gold. What could possibly be troublin’ there?” Despite this, she was definitely interested.
“It’s a funny story.”
Which I will never tell you.
“We should have dinner.”
An arched brow. “Should we, then?”
He lowered his voice to a murmur, “Yes, and while we’re there, I’ll convince you to
transact
with me. Over and over.”
Loa crossed her arms over her ample breasts. “I don’t think—”
“Ah-ah, dove. I know females, and I’m gazing at one who needs more than just coin. . . .” He trailed off, muscles tensing.
Over all the other smells of this shop, he caught a scent.
Valkyrie.
FIFTEEN
M aybe I don’t have more pride than the nymphs
, Jo thought as she gazed into the mirror at her new dress.
A scarlet sheath. Strapless. Micromini length.
When she’d decided to return to the Quarter to confront Rune, she’d surveyed her clothes rack of vintage threads, but she’d found nothing as sexy as what the nymphs had worn.
Unacceptable.
So she’d dashed to a second-hand boutique for a bit of shopping. Or more accurately, for a bit of shop
lifting
. Then she’d heated a mug of blood to drink while getting ready. She frowned. The mug was untouched, the blood cold. It’d smelled off anyway.
As long as she didn’t expend too much energy, she could miss a meal.
She turned in the mirror, then back. She’d opted for a strapless pushup bra that concealed her nipple piercings and lifted her boobs almost to her chin. She’d blown her hair out into big curls and defined her eyes with smoky liner. Clear glitter nail polish made her black claws sparkle. After nibbling her lips till they were blood red, she’d slipped on strappy stilettos.
Her bullet necklace dipped toward her cleavage. A silver bangle circled one bare arm above her elbow. She’d chosen chandelier earrings to dangle from her lobes and her
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