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enjoying the show. At least Tavio had the good taste to look slightly mortified.
"There is only one demon in here, Ms. Martinez," Bertrand said, his mellifluous voice sliding around the room. It eased listeners into a kind of agreeable stupor. I ground my teeth to get his vocal notes out of my head
I jerked my thumb towards the woman on the couch, who was now writhing suggestively in Frankie's direction. "So, you're saying that's not a demon?"
"Me? A demon?" she thrilled. Her high-pitched voice was almost childlike, which I found grating. But judging from the testosterone I felt surge through Frankie, it had the opposite effect on the men. I visibly shuddered. Sometimes this binding was simply TMI: too much information.
"And you are?" I pulled myself together enough to ask.
"President of the Matty Purefoy fan club! Duh." She stretched her arm and protectively slipped it around Matteo's head.
"Oh for fuck's sake. Demon groupies ?" I turned on my heel, ready to walk right out the door.
Tavio cut me off before I reached for door. For an old man, he moved damn quick.
"Please, Nina, stay," he pleaded. And damn it all if he didn't tear up when he said that.
I sighed, my hand on the doorknob. "He has a gaggle of demonic groupies to protect him. What do you need with us?"
"We're not demons," she purred.
"The problem needs to be dealt with," Tavio said calmly, ignoring the demon on the couch. Despite his calm voice, his face barely masked his fury. The tips of his fangs just peaked out from under his lip.
Even Bertrand stared at him warily. "Matteo, put out the cigarette. Kittie, why don't you check on Matteo's room. Make sure no sunlight can get in."
"Youse didn't do that already?" Between her voice and her crappy grammar, I was ready to jump out of my skin.
"It doesn't hurt to double check," Bertrand said. His voice could charm the chastity belt off a medieval nun. Damn demons.
Kittie stood slowly, sulking. At full height, she was over six-feet tall with a solid frame. Between her size and her nutty outfit, I had to admit she was pretty intimidating.
Frankie, on the other hand, was enthralled. I punched him in the arm to shake him out of it. He shot me a dirty look.
" Demon !" I mouthed and punched him again, this time harder. At least he had the sense to look chagrined this time.
"Dominic will show you to his room," Bertrand called after her as she swept out the door, leaving a trail of cheap perfume.
"You guys really find that attractive?" I asked as the door closed behind her.
Bertrand laughed. "She's a siren, Nina. Of course they do."
" That's a siren?" I asked, incredulous. I'll admit, I wasn't exactly up on my siren lore, but groupie-as-siren made no sense. Killing Haley's fan base was primarily female. Sirens enchant men, so they rub most women the wrong way. Talk about excluding their prime demographic.
"Wouldn't sirens trailing the band turn off their core female fans?" Frankie asked, echoing my thoughts exactly, which surprised me. I didn't know he was up on the Goth/Emo scene.
"Actually, it's been the opposite," Matteo perked up again, cigarette still dangling from his bottom lip. "I didn't think it possible either, but once Kittie and her girls started showing up to the gigs, things just went wild."
"No doubt," I deadpanned. "So want to talk about the post-show riots?"
"Not really," he responded. "Dad, go get Elias for this. I feel the sun coming up."
He threw an arm over his eyes dramatically.
"Oh this is bullshit," I groaned. "You cannot feel the sun come up."
"Actually, Nina," Frankie said with a slight nod, "maybe we'd be better off discussing this with someone else."
"Good man." Matteo nodded at Frankie as he rose unsteadily to his feet and stumbled to the door. With a small wave and sloppy smile, he fell into the anteroom, yelling for Dominic.
I cracked my knuckles and shifted my glare between Tavio and Bertrand. It was six in the damn morning, there was no coffee in sight and my cousin
"There is only one demon in here, Ms. Martinez," Bertrand said, his mellifluous voice sliding around the room. It eased listeners into a kind of agreeable stupor. I ground my teeth to get his vocal notes out of my head
I jerked my thumb towards the woman on the couch, who was now writhing suggestively in Frankie's direction. "So, you're saying that's not a demon?"
"Me? A demon?" she thrilled. Her high-pitched voice was almost childlike, which I found grating. But judging from the testosterone I felt surge through Frankie, it had the opposite effect on the men. I visibly shuddered. Sometimes this binding was simply TMI: too much information.
"And you are?" I pulled myself together enough to ask.
"President of the Matty Purefoy fan club! Duh." She stretched her arm and protectively slipped it around Matteo's head.
"Oh for fuck's sake. Demon groupies ?" I turned on my heel, ready to walk right out the door.
Tavio cut me off before I reached for door. For an old man, he moved damn quick.
"Please, Nina, stay," he pleaded. And damn it all if he didn't tear up when he said that.
I sighed, my hand on the doorknob. "He has a gaggle of demonic groupies to protect him. What do you need with us?"
"We're not demons," she purred.
"The problem needs to be dealt with," Tavio said calmly, ignoring the demon on the couch. Despite his calm voice, his face barely masked his fury. The tips of his fangs just peaked out from under his lip.
Even Bertrand stared at him warily. "Matteo, put out the cigarette. Kittie, why don't you check on Matteo's room. Make sure no sunlight can get in."
"Youse didn't do that already?" Between her voice and her crappy grammar, I was ready to jump out of my skin.
"It doesn't hurt to double check," Bertrand said. His voice could charm the chastity belt off a medieval nun. Damn demons.
Kittie stood slowly, sulking. At full height, she was over six-feet tall with a solid frame. Between her size and her nutty outfit, I had to admit she was pretty intimidating.
Frankie, on the other hand, was enthralled. I punched him in the arm to shake him out of it. He shot me a dirty look.
" Demon !" I mouthed and punched him again, this time harder. At least he had the sense to look chagrined this time.
"Dominic will show you to his room," Bertrand called after her as she swept out the door, leaving a trail of cheap perfume.
"You guys really find that attractive?" I asked as the door closed behind her.
Bertrand laughed. "She's a siren, Nina. Of course they do."
" That's a siren?" I asked, incredulous. I'll admit, I wasn't exactly up on my siren lore, but groupie-as-siren made no sense. Killing Haley's fan base was primarily female. Sirens enchant men, so they rub most women the wrong way. Talk about excluding their prime demographic.
"Wouldn't sirens trailing the band turn off their core female fans?" Frankie asked, echoing my thoughts exactly, which surprised me. I didn't know he was up on the Goth/Emo scene.
"Actually, it's been the opposite," Matteo perked up again, cigarette still dangling from his bottom lip. "I didn't think it possible either, but once Kittie and her girls started showing up to the gigs, things just went wild."
"No doubt," I deadpanned. "So want to talk about the post-show riots?"
"Not really," he responded. "Dad, go get Elias for this. I feel the sun coming up."
He threw an arm over his eyes dramatically.
"Oh this is bullshit," I groaned. "You cannot feel the sun come up."
"Actually, Nina," Frankie said with a slight nod, "maybe we'd be better off discussing this with someone else."
"Good man." Matteo nodded at Frankie as he rose unsteadily to his feet and stumbled to the door. With a small wave and sloppy smile, he fell into the anteroom, yelling for Dominic.
I cracked my knuckles and shifted my glare between Tavio and Bertrand. It was six in the damn morning, there was no coffee in sight and my cousin
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