Besides, I need to set this right and get whatever enemies I’ve amassed off my butt.”
“You can back out anytime,” he urged.
“I’m doing this.”
“Then you’ll need to be prepared.” Court handed her a silver knife.
C HAPTER N INE
It was wrong. Court knew it the moment he walked into the Viper’s Nest. Now he wished he had waited to leave the bar after seeing Skye one more time. He sent off a text to his brothers so they would stop Skye from entering the club. No sooner had he hit send then the door opened and she walked in.
Court let out a string of curses. He glanced around, noting how a current went through the club. Everyone was looking at Skye. Some because they knew who she was. No doubt they also knew she had escaped from Jacques and Anton the previous night.
But many were eyeing her because of what she was wearing.
Court licked his lips. Her long hair was down, the curtain of black silk falling midway down her back. It was parted on the side, with one section tucked behind her ear.
She was once more in all black. The black pants emphasized her long legs while the black shirt dipped low to show off a wealth of creamy skin and cleavage.
Skye stood inside the club at the door for several seconds before she slowly walked to the bar in her black booties. The heels weren’t nearly as tall as the previous night, but they were tall enough to cause him worry if she had to run.
Hell. Who was he kidding? Just thinking of her near a vamp was enough to cause him anxiety of the worst kind.
He watched as she placed a drink order and turned to watch the dance floor. The couples on the floor were half-naked, their bodies grinding against one another.
Her head turned slightly to the left where a vamp was drinking from a woman’s neck as she stroked his cock. Skye quickly turned her head away.
Court’s phone vibrated with a text. He looked down to see a reply from Myles asking if he was going to escort Skye out of the club. Court wanted nothing more, but he had a feeling Skye wouldn’t leave easily.
He didn’t want to make a scene of any kind. There were already too many vamps eyeing Skye as it was. Court waved on a scantily clad blond who was walking his way. She frowned but found a vampire soon enough.
Court spotted Anton making his way to him and sent off a text to his brothers with just one number – 11. That was their signal that things were going to shit in a hurry.
“Well, well, well,” Anton said loudly over the music as he stopped next to Court. “I didn’t expect this.”
Court swiveled his head as he felt someone on his other side and saw Jacques.
“Or that,” Jacques said as he jerked his thumb over his shoulder toward Skye.
Court leaned back against the wall as casually as he could. It was one of the most difficult things he had ever done, especially when he wanted to kill both vampires right there. “You two broke the rules. Did you actually think we wouldn’t check in on you?”
“Did you bring Skye as a gift?” Jacques asked.
“Touch her and you die.” The words were out of Court’s mouth before he could stop them.
Anton smiled deviously. “Has the youngest LaRue found himself a woman? Don’t get too attached, wolf. I doubt she’ll live long.”
“Is that a threat?”
Anton glanced at Skye. “Fact.”
“Do you know what she’s doing?” Jacques asked. “She’s writing articles about all of us. We vamps don’t mind. The more, the merrier. But some...well, some don’t like being pointed out so blatantly.”
The Djinn. Court should’ve realized that sooner. The Djinn liked to keep themselves secret. They only showed themselves to their victims. Unless you were in the supernatural world, no one even knew the Djinn were real. And they certainly weren’t like I Dream of Jeannie.
They were pure evil, wicked to the extreme. They were malicious and cruel beyond words. They also loved to mess with humans to drive them mad and then torment them
“You can back out anytime,” he urged.
“I’m doing this.”
“Then you’ll need to be prepared.” Court handed her a silver knife.
C HAPTER N INE
It was wrong. Court knew it the moment he walked into the Viper’s Nest. Now he wished he had waited to leave the bar after seeing Skye one more time. He sent off a text to his brothers so they would stop Skye from entering the club. No sooner had he hit send then the door opened and she walked in.
Court let out a string of curses. He glanced around, noting how a current went through the club. Everyone was looking at Skye. Some because they knew who she was. No doubt they also knew she had escaped from Jacques and Anton the previous night.
But many were eyeing her because of what she was wearing.
Court licked his lips. Her long hair was down, the curtain of black silk falling midway down her back. It was parted on the side, with one section tucked behind her ear.
She was once more in all black. The black pants emphasized her long legs while the black shirt dipped low to show off a wealth of creamy skin and cleavage.
Skye stood inside the club at the door for several seconds before she slowly walked to the bar in her black booties. The heels weren’t nearly as tall as the previous night, but they were tall enough to cause him worry if she had to run.
Hell. Who was he kidding? Just thinking of her near a vamp was enough to cause him anxiety of the worst kind.
He watched as she placed a drink order and turned to watch the dance floor. The couples on the floor were half-naked, their bodies grinding against one another.
Her head turned slightly to the left where a vamp was drinking from a woman’s neck as she stroked his cock. Skye quickly turned her head away.
Court’s phone vibrated with a text. He looked down to see a reply from Myles asking if he was going to escort Skye out of the club. Court wanted nothing more, but he had a feeling Skye wouldn’t leave easily.
He didn’t want to make a scene of any kind. There were already too many vamps eyeing Skye as it was. Court waved on a scantily clad blond who was walking his way. She frowned but found a vampire soon enough.
Court spotted Anton making his way to him and sent off a text to his brothers with just one number – 11. That was their signal that things were going to shit in a hurry.
“Well, well, well,” Anton said loudly over the music as he stopped next to Court. “I didn’t expect this.”
Court swiveled his head as he felt someone on his other side and saw Jacques.
“Or that,” Jacques said as he jerked his thumb over his shoulder toward Skye.
Court leaned back against the wall as casually as he could. It was one of the most difficult things he had ever done, especially when he wanted to kill both vampires right there. “You two broke the rules. Did you actually think we wouldn’t check in on you?”
“Did you bring Skye as a gift?” Jacques asked.
“Touch her and you die.” The words were out of Court’s mouth before he could stop them.
Anton smiled deviously. “Has the youngest LaRue found himself a woman? Don’t get too attached, wolf. I doubt she’ll live long.”
“Is that a threat?”
Anton glanced at Skye. “Fact.”
“Do you know what she’s doing?” Jacques asked. “She’s writing articles about all of us. We vamps don’t mind. The more, the merrier. But some...well, some don’t like being pointed out so blatantly.”
The Djinn. Court should’ve realized that sooner. The Djinn liked to keep themselves secret. They only showed themselves to their victims. Unless you were in the supernatural world, no one even knew the Djinn were real. And they certainly weren’t like I Dream of Jeannie.
They were pure evil, wicked to the extreme. They were malicious and cruel beyond words. They also loved to mess with humans to drive them mad and then torment them
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