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it.”
“I’m sure I wouldn’t.”
“You’re not really my type anyway.” H arris shrugged as his gaze travelled over Julian’s face and down his neck to his chest. “You’re too pretty and soft. I thought you were a woman when I first saw you, which is why it took me so long to introduce myself.”
Julian might have been offended if Harris hadn’t been so transparent in his attempt to wound him. Luckily, the waiter arrived with the vampire’s carrot soup— eww —saving Julian from the need to respond to the insult. “That looks…interesting.”
“It’s vitamin dense and very good for you.” Lifting the spoon to his lips, Harris blew on the soup before tasting it. “It doesn’t have sugar or chocolate or tons of trans fats in it, so you obviously wouldn’t like it.” His upper lip curled in a sneer as he raised the spoon lips again.
As he parted his lips, the entire spoon and its contents froze solid, and before Julian could stop him, Harris popped the cold blob into his mouth. The second the spoon touched his tongue, he tried to yank it out of his mouth, howling in pain when the icy metal stuck to his tongue and the inside of his bottom lip.
“Oh, uh, wow, okay.” Julian chuckled and snorted, but still, he felt compelled to help the vampire. “Try putting some water on it.” He pushed his own glass toward Harris.
He needn’t have tried, though. Before his fingers even left the water glass, the spoon had melted, along with its contents, spilling orange soup down the front of Harris’s black, button-down dress shirt. “Julian, I played along with your little jokes, but this is unacceptable.”
“Harris, I don’t know how many ways to say this, but I haven’t caused any of this. You saw what I can do, and it didn’t involve ice or wind.”
“Stop lying,” Harris hissed as he dabbed at his shirt with the cloth napkin. “I’m certainly not doing it, so that just leaves you.”
“Believe what you will, but I promise you, it’s not me.” For a moment, Julian thought about tearing his ticket in two and ending the date before anything else could go wrong. The only reason he didn’t take the express ride home was pure curiosity of what more could possibly happen to the egotistical vampire across from him. “Let’s just finish eating. I can tell you some about my culture, if you’d like.”
“How do you pronounce your last name?”
Not the nicest way to ask, but at least he’d finally shown some interest in anything besides himself. “ Hay- eel ,” Julian answered, drawing out the syllables. “Most people butcher it, though, so I usually introduce myself as Julian Hale.”
“Well, technically, both pronunciations are incorrect. It’s actually pronounced AH-ell, with the H silent. I’m surprised you didn’t know that.”
Julian blinked several times, unsure if he’d heard correctly or had hallucinated Harris telling him how to correctly pronounce his own name. “Thank you for clearing that up. I can’t believe my entire family has been saying it wrong for centuries.”
“That’ s okay, don’t feel bad. I hear most elves aren’t very smart. I’m glad I could help you, though.”
Oh, for heaven’s sake. “Tell me more about—”
“Ah!” Harris yelped and sprang up from the table when h is soup bowl toppled over of its own accord and landed right in his lap.
Pressing his lips together and widening his eyes, Julian tried so hard not to laugh he felt sure he’d give himself an aneurism. He hadn’t felt the breeze that time, hadn’t noticed anything else on the table move, but something had certainly knocked over the dish. For a fleeting moment, Julian questioned if maybe he’d been the one causing the mischief after all. Thinking back on it, the cold winds and awful things happening to Harris always occurred right after he’d said or done something to set Julian’s teeth on edge.
A flash of blue caught his attention outside the window, and from the
“I’m sure I wouldn’t.”
“You’re not really my type anyway.” H arris shrugged as his gaze travelled over Julian’s face and down his neck to his chest. “You’re too pretty and soft. I thought you were a woman when I first saw you, which is why it took me so long to introduce myself.”
Julian might have been offended if Harris hadn’t been so transparent in his attempt to wound him. Luckily, the waiter arrived with the vampire’s carrot soup— eww —saving Julian from the need to respond to the insult. “That looks…interesting.”
“It’s vitamin dense and very good for you.” Lifting the spoon to his lips, Harris blew on the soup before tasting it. “It doesn’t have sugar or chocolate or tons of trans fats in it, so you obviously wouldn’t like it.” His upper lip curled in a sneer as he raised the spoon lips again.
As he parted his lips, the entire spoon and its contents froze solid, and before Julian could stop him, Harris popped the cold blob into his mouth. The second the spoon touched his tongue, he tried to yank it out of his mouth, howling in pain when the icy metal stuck to his tongue and the inside of his bottom lip.
“Oh, uh, wow, okay.” Julian chuckled and snorted, but still, he felt compelled to help the vampire. “Try putting some water on it.” He pushed his own glass toward Harris.
He needn’t have tried, though. Before his fingers even left the water glass, the spoon had melted, along with its contents, spilling orange soup down the front of Harris’s black, button-down dress shirt. “Julian, I played along with your little jokes, but this is unacceptable.”
“Harris, I don’t know how many ways to say this, but I haven’t caused any of this. You saw what I can do, and it didn’t involve ice or wind.”
“Stop lying,” Harris hissed as he dabbed at his shirt with the cloth napkin. “I’m certainly not doing it, so that just leaves you.”
“Believe what you will, but I promise you, it’s not me.” For a moment, Julian thought about tearing his ticket in two and ending the date before anything else could go wrong. The only reason he didn’t take the express ride home was pure curiosity of what more could possibly happen to the egotistical vampire across from him. “Let’s just finish eating. I can tell you some about my culture, if you’d like.”
“How do you pronounce your last name?”
Not the nicest way to ask, but at least he’d finally shown some interest in anything besides himself. “ Hay- eel ,” Julian answered, drawing out the syllables. “Most people butcher it, though, so I usually introduce myself as Julian Hale.”
“Well, technically, both pronunciations are incorrect. It’s actually pronounced AH-ell, with the H silent. I’m surprised you didn’t know that.”
Julian blinked several times, unsure if he’d heard correctly or had hallucinated Harris telling him how to correctly pronounce his own name. “Thank you for clearing that up. I can’t believe my entire family has been saying it wrong for centuries.”
“That’ s okay, don’t feel bad. I hear most elves aren’t very smart. I’m glad I could help you, though.”
Oh, for heaven’s sake. “Tell me more about—”
“Ah!” Harris yelped and sprang up from the table when h is soup bowl toppled over of its own accord and landed right in his lap.
Pressing his lips together and widening his eyes, Julian tried so hard not to laugh he felt sure he’d give himself an aneurism. He hadn’t felt the breeze that time, hadn’t noticed anything else on the table move, but something had certainly knocked over the dish. For a fleeting moment, Julian questioned if maybe he’d been the one causing the mischief after all. Thinking back on it, the cold winds and awful things happening to Harris always occurred right after he’d said or done something to set Julian’s teeth on edge.
A flash of blue caught his attention outside the window, and from the
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