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black spikes, making him look like a porcupine or hedgehog…with the personality of a cobra. Yes, to say that Shọn, despite his smaller stature, exuded the most dangerous energy of the Brun men…well, now, that would be right on the money. An aura which was only enhanced by his long, glistening canines; even when retracted, they protruded into his mouth a bit, the longest fangs of any Vârcolac.
She believed he’d been politely asked to make himself scarce around the new Dragon women. Not that he was being kept from anything he could’ve had; only Dragon women of the rare Royal variety, similar to Tonĩ, were the type of females the Half-Rău Bruns could safely have children with. And until another came along— if another came along—Nỵko and Shọn were pledged to remain celibate in order to keep their tainted demonic genes out of the community.
Restraint, unfortunately, wasn’t one of Shọn’s strong suits. He tended to go a little bonkers around the scent of an unmated Dragon woman. Luckily, Luvera, as a Vârcolac woman who only ovulated about twice a year, gave off a scent that was much less…aromatically motivating than a Dragon’s.
“The lovely Miss Nichita,” Shọn drawled, propping a shoulder against the doorjamb. “What do you want?”
She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, saw Shọn’s gaze follow her boobs lifting up, then dropped them again. Okay, still…never a good idea to underestimate Shọn’s capacity for going bonkers. “You took a package of mine from the post office, Shọn.”
“So?”
So ? He didn’t have anything to say for himself. “Why would you do such a thing?”
He straightened and braced a forearm high up on the door frame, his hand hanging relaxed, the bulky swell of his bicep put on display. She wanted to take a step back, but forced herself not to. “Thought it might have something interesting in it.” He flicked his fingers forward, flipping the hair on her forehead. “What do you want with medical books, anyway?”
“Shush!” she hissed, shoving him into his room. “Be quiet, would you!” She followed him inside and shut the door. “I can’t believe how rude you are to have opened my—” She broke off when she noticed the state of his room. My goodness . It felt like she’d just stepped into the inner workings of an insane mind.
There was clutter everywhere, shelves and shelves of books and more piled on the floor, covering every topic from mechanics, engineering and gadgetry, to mysteries, history, and the Kama Sutra; even the classics were represented, Steinbeck, Hemingway, Faulkner. A pile of sports equipment dominated one side of the room, tools another, and on his bed, there were so many blankets and clothes piled on the mattress, there could’ve been three dead bodies buried underneath and no one would’ve known. On the counter of his wet bar—a supplement to every bedroom in the mansion, complete with microwave and mini fridge—were beakers, stoppered bottles of chemicals, along with Petri dishes and test tubes in various stages of growth.
“You want to be a doctor or something?” Shọn idly rubbed his jaw with the edge of his thumb, a hint of scorn around his mouth. “Now here’s a surprise, a Nichita who thinks she’s above everyone else.”
Her face burned. Not fair. Just because her mother and Dev were a couple of bigheads, didn’t make her one, too. “I’m studying to become a nurse, okay? Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Well, last I checked, doll-cake, the community wasn’t sending anybody topside for college.”
None of them had exactly been of college age for years, seeing as the reproduction of their genetically kaput race had come to a standstill. Except for the Stânga Town kids, but they’d never go. They were too busy hanging out almost exclusively in their own squalid part of the cave and engaging in all manner of troublesome behavior.
“I’m taking some Internet courses to start,” she
She believed he’d been politely asked to make himself scarce around the new Dragon women. Not that he was being kept from anything he could’ve had; only Dragon women of the rare Royal variety, similar to Tonĩ, were the type of females the Half-Rău Bruns could safely have children with. And until another came along— if another came along—Nỵko and Shọn were pledged to remain celibate in order to keep their tainted demonic genes out of the community.
Restraint, unfortunately, wasn’t one of Shọn’s strong suits. He tended to go a little bonkers around the scent of an unmated Dragon woman. Luckily, Luvera, as a Vârcolac woman who only ovulated about twice a year, gave off a scent that was much less…aromatically motivating than a Dragon’s.
“The lovely Miss Nichita,” Shọn drawled, propping a shoulder against the doorjamb. “What do you want?”
She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, saw Shọn’s gaze follow her boobs lifting up, then dropped them again. Okay, still…never a good idea to underestimate Shọn’s capacity for going bonkers. “You took a package of mine from the post office, Shọn.”
“So?”
So ? He didn’t have anything to say for himself. “Why would you do such a thing?”
He straightened and braced a forearm high up on the door frame, his hand hanging relaxed, the bulky swell of his bicep put on display. She wanted to take a step back, but forced herself not to. “Thought it might have something interesting in it.” He flicked his fingers forward, flipping the hair on her forehead. “What do you want with medical books, anyway?”
“Shush!” she hissed, shoving him into his room. “Be quiet, would you!” She followed him inside and shut the door. “I can’t believe how rude you are to have opened my—” She broke off when she noticed the state of his room. My goodness . It felt like she’d just stepped into the inner workings of an insane mind.
There was clutter everywhere, shelves and shelves of books and more piled on the floor, covering every topic from mechanics, engineering and gadgetry, to mysteries, history, and the Kama Sutra; even the classics were represented, Steinbeck, Hemingway, Faulkner. A pile of sports equipment dominated one side of the room, tools another, and on his bed, there were so many blankets and clothes piled on the mattress, there could’ve been three dead bodies buried underneath and no one would’ve known. On the counter of his wet bar—a supplement to every bedroom in the mansion, complete with microwave and mini fridge—were beakers, stoppered bottles of chemicals, along with Petri dishes and test tubes in various stages of growth.
“You want to be a doctor or something?” Shọn idly rubbed his jaw with the edge of his thumb, a hint of scorn around his mouth. “Now here’s a surprise, a Nichita who thinks she’s above everyone else.”
Her face burned. Not fair. Just because her mother and Dev were a couple of bigheads, didn’t make her one, too. “I’m studying to become a nurse, okay? Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Well, last I checked, doll-cake, the community wasn’t sending anybody topside for college.”
None of them had exactly been of college age for years, seeing as the reproduction of their genetically kaput race had come to a standstill. Except for the Stânga Town kids, but they’d never go. They were too busy hanging out almost exclusively in their own squalid part of the cave and engaging in all manner of troublesome behavior.
“I’m taking some Internet courses to start,” she
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