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to slap Gallen’s hand away. He had to pretend to accept Gallen’s advances or at least not flinch away from them.
“Introduce me to your man, Gallen?” A soft musical voice cut through the silence only punctuated by the clatter of metal against china.
“Eaton, this is my mother, Bellion.”
Eaton glanced up to meet the eyes of a woman who all but glowed in the dim room. Her eyes were a piercing blue as if created by someone cutting out a piece of the sky on a perfect day. Her skin gave off a faint shimmer and her lips had a violet tint to them Eaton was certain didn’t come from a tube of makeup.
Her gaze held his for a moment and he could tell she knew he wasn’t under the thrall of enchantment.
“Nice to meet you, Eaton.”
Eaton nodded, not speaking. He didn’t know if his voice would give him away.
“Eaton just arrived. He’s not up to talking yet, Mother.” Gallen’s condescending tone made Eaton want to shift just to claw out Gallen’s eyes. He could feel the eagle just beneath the surface ready to take charge, talons ready. However, if he shifted in the middle of this elegant dining room with these equally elegant and cold people, he had no doubt their combined magic could more than take him out.
He needed to be sneaky. Luckily, birds tended to be crafty as a default.
Eaton let the people talk around him. From eavesdropping, he learned Harris’s friendly neighborhood powerful vampire was giving the sorcerers a run for their money. The sorcerers wanted the prime land around Capitol Hill and the vampires weren’t giving in. They claimed the territory from the hill all the way into downtown and apparently a huge chunk of the local crime cartel.
“We need to expand our property.” Gallen’s father slammed his fist down on the table, making the silverware clatter. “We can’t let the vampires take over. If we give on this, we might as well roll over and show our bellies.”
“It is unfortunate the Salties didn’t work out as planned,” Bellion said.
Eaton wondered if he was the only one who detected a note of satisfaction in her voice.
“We still haven’t discovered what scared them away. They were supposed to be our in for the brothels,” Theos complained.
The urge to enlighten the ass teased the tip of his tongue, but Eaton resisted. It was in his best interests to stay silent. He now wondered if the vamps had a hand in the Salties sudden disappearance. They had given up a bit too easily.
“Our new plan will take care of them. Once they drink the poisoned blood, it will be all over.” Theos grinned at the idea.
Eaton set down his fork. The salmon swirled uneasily in his stomach. He needed to get the word to Harris. His friend would be devastated if his love interest died. Eaton didn’t know if Harris and Rohan were mates, but rarely did anyone catch Harris’s attention more than his art.
Keeping his eyes down, Eaton set his hands on his lap. No way could he eat any more. He had to find a way out of this place and get a note to Harris somehow.
From beneath his lashes, he scanned his choices of possible accomplices. All of the sorcerers were immediately crossed off his list. He contemplated using Gallen’s mother for a brief moment, but he didn’t know if she had grown used to her captivity and now was one of them or not. If she’d been captive since Gallen’s birth, she might have grown to love Mr. Evil beside her.
Eaton didn’t see the attraction, but not everyone understood his obsession with a motorcycle biker gang leader either.
To each his own.
The people he spotted with necklaces like his own looked too brainwashed to be of much help. Eaton didn’t understand the appeal of having a zombie for a mate, but maybe that was the sorcerer tradition to make sure your mate couldn’t turn on you. Almost all the people Eaton identified as sorcerers had a zombie/mate beside them. The few that didn’t had an empty chair between them and the next person. Eaton wondered if it were a mark of
“Introduce me to your man, Gallen?” A soft musical voice cut through the silence only punctuated by the clatter of metal against china.
“Eaton, this is my mother, Bellion.”
Eaton glanced up to meet the eyes of a woman who all but glowed in the dim room. Her eyes were a piercing blue as if created by someone cutting out a piece of the sky on a perfect day. Her skin gave off a faint shimmer and her lips had a violet tint to them Eaton was certain didn’t come from a tube of makeup.
Her gaze held his for a moment and he could tell she knew he wasn’t under the thrall of enchantment.
“Nice to meet you, Eaton.”
Eaton nodded, not speaking. He didn’t know if his voice would give him away.
“Eaton just arrived. He’s not up to talking yet, Mother.” Gallen’s condescending tone made Eaton want to shift just to claw out Gallen’s eyes. He could feel the eagle just beneath the surface ready to take charge, talons ready. However, if he shifted in the middle of this elegant dining room with these equally elegant and cold people, he had no doubt their combined magic could more than take him out.
He needed to be sneaky. Luckily, birds tended to be crafty as a default.
Eaton let the people talk around him. From eavesdropping, he learned Harris’s friendly neighborhood powerful vampire was giving the sorcerers a run for their money. The sorcerers wanted the prime land around Capitol Hill and the vampires weren’t giving in. They claimed the territory from the hill all the way into downtown and apparently a huge chunk of the local crime cartel.
“We need to expand our property.” Gallen’s father slammed his fist down on the table, making the silverware clatter. “We can’t let the vampires take over. If we give on this, we might as well roll over and show our bellies.”
“It is unfortunate the Salties didn’t work out as planned,” Bellion said.
Eaton wondered if he was the only one who detected a note of satisfaction in her voice.
“We still haven’t discovered what scared them away. They were supposed to be our in for the brothels,” Theos complained.
The urge to enlighten the ass teased the tip of his tongue, but Eaton resisted. It was in his best interests to stay silent. He now wondered if the vamps had a hand in the Salties sudden disappearance. They had given up a bit too easily.
“Our new plan will take care of them. Once they drink the poisoned blood, it will be all over.” Theos grinned at the idea.
Eaton set down his fork. The salmon swirled uneasily in his stomach. He needed to get the word to Harris. His friend would be devastated if his love interest died. Eaton didn’t know if Harris and Rohan were mates, but rarely did anyone catch Harris’s attention more than his art.
Keeping his eyes down, Eaton set his hands on his lap. No way could he eat any more. He had to find a way out of this place and get a note to Harris somehow.
From beneath his lashes, he scanned his choices of possible accomplices. All of the sorcerers were immediately crossed off his list. He contemplated using Gallen’s mother for a brief moment, but he didn’t know if she had grown used to her captivity and now was one of them or not. If she’d been captive since Gallen’s birth, she might have grown to love Mr. Evil beside her.
Eaton didn’t see the attraction, but not everyone understood his obsession with a motorcycle biker gang leader either.
To each his own.
The people he spotted with necklaces like his own looked too brainwashed to be of much help. Eaton didn’t understand the appeal of having a zombie for a mate, but maybe that was the sorcerer tradition to make sure your mate couldn’t turn on you. Almost all the people Eaton identified as sorcerers had a zombie/mate beside them. The few that didn’t had an empty chair between them and the next person. Eaton wondered if it were a mark of
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