pushed off the wall and made her way
across the room.
Chapter 8
“Alone tonight?” he asked.
Ooo, nice accent .
“With friends,” Catherine said.
He glanced at the table where Alana and the
demon were engrossed in conversation. “She didn’t seem to be
including you.”
“She’s working,” she replied. “You know how
it is.”
“Dangerous friend you have. How does an
American girl come by such a companion?”
“ Long story.”
“I’ve got some time, Miss…”
“Catherine.”
He smiled. “Pretty name. So, Catherine, what
brings you to England?”
“School. A little learning abroad. It’s my
first real night out.”
And now I’m flirting?
“My lucky night, then. Care to dance, before
you get back to the books?”
She took his offered hand. “I’d love to,
Mr.….”
“Ian.”
Catherine followed his lead to the dance
floor. Ian was just her type, dark-haired and broad-shouldered.
Pretty hazel-green eyes. His hand was warm, so at least he wasn’t a
vampire. She wasn’t ruling out some kind of demon, since many could
appear as humans, and they were in a demon bar.
Spotting Julian chatting up a girl out of the
corner of her eye, she made a show of wrapping her arms around her
partner’s neck and smiling up at him. Just in case someone was
watching. Had to put this makeover to use somehow, right?
“So, how long do you plan to stay here?” Ian
asked.
“Not sure. Maybe a couple more weeks. I do
miss home.”
“And where’s that?”
“California. I miss the sun .”
He chuckled. “It is a rare thing to see,
especially this time of year. I bet you look beautiful in
sunlight.”
She sighed. “Too bad we can’t find out…but I
bet you say that to all the girls.”
“I only compliment those worthy of it.”
She smiled, shaking her head. “Good
answer.”
The song shifted to a fast techno beat. The
old Catherine wouldn’t have tried staying out on the floor; the new
her put her new skills to work and kept the boy’s attention.
***
Julian watched Catherine moving with abandon
on the dance floor with some pretty-boy ponce, and went to find
Alana. He pulled her out of a booth in the back, mid-sentence.
“Hey! Hands off the merchandise!”
“Explain to me why Miss Mitchell is teasing
the dick of some pillock on the dance floor. She was supposed to
stay with you!”
“She’s an adult, Julian. She can handle a
dance or two. I’m in the middle of something!”
“Not in a room full of demons !” he
hissed. “In here, she’s just bait.”
“Then, if you’re so worried, you go
tell her she can’t dance with the hot incubus.” Alana started to
walk back to her client.
Julian grabbed her arm and yanked her back.
“You let her go off with an incubus? ”
She rolled her eyes. “Your bumpies are
showing.” She walked back to her table. They only had to worry if
the incubus was looking to mate.
He shook off his fangs and stomped off into
the crowd, searching for Catherine. They were here a friggin’
minute ago…
He was going to kill her if she left the
building. He searched all of the common areas and came up
empty.
“Are there any private areas in the
building?” Julian demanded of the bartender.
“What’s it to you?”
He slammed a hundred note on the counter.
“Private. Rooms. Where are they?”
“Door at the end of the hall by the loo.
Leads upstairs.”
It took pounding down five doors before he
found her.
“God, what is your damage, Julian? Knock,
much?” Catherine exclaimed.
He looked her over in a second, before
yelling, “Do you have any idea what he is?”
She rolled her eyes. “We were just talking.
It was loud down there.”
Ian held up his hands. “Hey, no hard
feelings, mate. Didn’t realize she was taken.”
“I’m not,” Catherine stated. “He’s
my…chaperone,” she explained, then turned to Julian. “Go away!”
“Oh, gee, since you asked so
nicely… no . He’s an incubus.”
She blinked.
across the room.
Chapter 8
“Alone tonight?” he asked.
Ooo, nice accent .
“With friends,” Catherine said.
He glanced at the table where Alana and the
demon were engrossed in conversation. “She didn’t seem to be
including you.”
“She’s working,” she replied. “You know how
it is.”
“Dangerous friend you have. How does an
American girl come by such a companion?”
“ Long story.”
“I’ve got some time, Miss…”
“Catherine.”
He smiled. “Pretty name. So, Catherine, what
brings you to England?”
“School. A little learning abroad. It’s my
first real night out.”
And now I’m flirting?
“My lucky night, then. Care to dance, before
you get back to the books?”
She took his offered hand. “I’d love to,
Mr.….”
“Ian.”
Catherine followed his lead to the dance
floor. Ian was just her type, dark-haired and broad-shouldered.
Pretty hazel-green eyes. His hand was warm, so at least he wasn’t a
vampire. She wasn’t ruling out some kind of demon, since many could
appear as humans, and they were in a demon bar.
Spotting Julian chatting up a girl out of the
corner of her eye, she made a show of wrapping her arms around her
partner’s neck and smiling up at him. Just in case someone was
watching. Had to put this makeover to use somehow, right?
“So, how long do you plan to stay here?” Ian
asked.
“Not sure. Maybe a couple more weeks. I do
miss home.”
“And where’s that?”
“California. I miss the sun .”
He chuckled. “It is a rare thing to see,
especially this time of year. I bet you look beautiful in
sunlight.”
She sighed. “Too bad we can’t find out…but I
bet you say that to all the girls.”
“I only compliment those worthy of it.”
She smiled, shaking her head. “Good
answer.”
The song shifted to a fast techno beat. The
old Catherine wouldn’t have tried staying out on the floor; the new
her put her new skills to work and kept the boy’s attention.
***
Julian watched Catherine moving with abandon
on the dance floor with some pretty-boy ponce, and went to find
Alana. He pulled her out of a booth in the back, mid-sentence.
“Hey! Hands off the merchandise!”
“Explain to me why Miss Mitchell is teasing
the dick of some pillock on the dance floor. She was supposed to
stay with you!”
“She’s an adult, Julian. She can handle a
dance or two. I’m in the middle of something!”
“Not in a room full of demons !” he
hissed. “In here, she’s just bait.”
“Then, if you’re so worried, you go
tell her she can’t dance with the hot incubus.” Alana started to
walk back to her client.
Julian grabbed her arm and yanked her back.
“You let her go off with an incubus? ”
She rolled her eyes. “Your bumpies are
showing.” She walked back to her table. They only had to worry if
the incubus was looking to mate.
He shook off his fangs and stomped off into
the crowd, searching for Catherine. They were here a friggin’
minute ago…
He was going to kill her if she left the
building. He searched all of the common areas and came up
empty.
“Are there any private areas in the
building?” Julian demanded of the bartender.
“What’s it to you?”
He slammed a hundred note on the counter.
“Private. Rooms. Where are they?”
“Door at the end of the hall by the loo.
Leads upstairs.”
It took pounding down five doors before he
found her.
“God, what is your damage, Julian? Knock,
much?” Catherine exclaimed.
He looked her over in a second, before
yelling, “Do you have any idea what he is?”
She rolled her eyes. “We were just talking.
It was loud down there.”
Ian held up his hands. “Hey, no hard
feelings, mate. Didn’t realize she was taken.”
“I’m not,” Catherine stated. “He’s
my…chaperone,” she explained, then turned to Julian. “Go away!”
“Oh, gee, since you asked so
nicely… no . He’s an incubus.”
She blinked.
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