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friends, Corbin and Samantha standing right behind me. What the hell were they doing here?
“Uh, hi guys,” I said pasting a smile on my face. “What are you doing here?”
“What do you mean, what are we doing here?” Samantha said in confusion, her long dark curls swaying as she turned to Corbin who appeared equally perplexed. “We got your text saying you were here and needed a ride home. It seemed weird that you would be here after what happened earlier, but we came anyway.”
“Ms. Lassiter?” Lok appeared at my elbow before I could come up with an explanation for what surely must seem like very bizarre behavior. “Mr. McCallister said to tell you that the first round of drinks for you and your friends is on the house,” he paused for effect, “in memory of your brother.”
I noticed a waitress standing next to him holding a tray. An icy chill ran down my spine at the sight. On the tray sat three shot glasses filled with slightly cloudy liquor, a flame dancing merrily on top. Next to the glasses were three sugared lemons on napkins. McCallister had sent us three Fire-Lemon Drops. It was what Corbin, Samantha and I always drank when we went out. Now that we were getting well past our partying days, we might only have one on any given evening out, but we always had at least one when all three of us were together.
As Corbin and Samantha were commenting on how nice McCallister was to send drinks in Jason’s honor, even going so far as to solicit a promise from Lok to pass on their thanks, I looked up at the balcony. There, holding a glass of his own was Liam McCallister. He saluted me with his drink, raising the glass to his lips before finally walking out of view. I shivered as he was engulfed in the darkness at the back of the balcony. He was sending me a message. One I received loud and clear. He knew my friends, he knew our habits and he could get us exactly where he wanted us whenever he chose.
I could barely bring myself to reach out and take the drink and lemon from the tray, but I did. I gave Lok a tight smile, blew out the flame, downed the liquid, and sucked hard on the lemon. The combination of sweet sugar and tart lemon always reminded me of those pixie stick candies I had eaten as a child. Usually something to be savored, but this evening it was all I could do not to vomit the whole mess onto the club’s floor.
After downing my drink I hustled my two bemused friends out the door as quickly as possible. I was hoping we didn’t run into anyone who recognized me. The last thing I needed was to been seen out having what would look to all the world like a celebratory drink with friends on the same day my brother was murdered. Damn Liam McCallister for the walking corpse he was. The inevitable questions started as we made our way to Samantha’s car.
“What the hell was that all about?” asked Corbin, pinning me with his golden eyes. “And don’t try to do the brush off, my friend, because I can’t imagine what would have possessed you to go to River Walk for a drink after what happened this morning.”
I knew I owed them both an explanation. We’d been friends too long for them to believe nothing was wrong. I was confident Samantha would be completely fine with whatever I told her. We had been friends since elementary school, and I trusted her completely. Her Black Irish coloring and freckled face belied an absolutely unflappable and highly practical personality. If I had to bring someone in to help sort out this mess, and I had a feeling I would, it needed to be her.
Corbin and I met when we were college freshmen. We both lived on the same floor of a coed dorm and immediately clicked. He was a phenomenal defense attorney as well as a fitness nut. I think he was at the gym or on a run nearly every day. He was also a homosexual werewolf, and you did not run across many of those. Werewolves were known for
“Uh, hi guys,” I said pasting a smile on my face. “What are you doing here?”
“What do you mean, what are we doing here?” Samantha said in confusion, her long dark curls swaying as she turned to Corbin who appeared equally perplexed. “We got your text saying you were here and needed a ride home. It seemed weird that you would be here after what happened earlier, but we came anyway.”
“Ms. Lassiter?” Lok appeared at my elbow before I could come up with an explanation for what surely must seem like very bizarre behavior. “Mr. McCallister said to tell you that the first round of drinks for you and your friends is on the house,” he paused for effect, “in memory of your brother.”
I noticed a waitress standing next to him holding a tray. An icy chill ran down my spine at the sight. On the tray sat three shot glasses filled with slightly cloudy liquor, a flame dancing merrily on top. Next to the glasses were three sugared lemons on napkins. McCallister had sent us three Fire-Lemon Drops. It was what Corbin, Samantha and I always drank when we went out. Now that we were getting well past our partying days, we might only have one on any given evening out, but we always had at least one when all three of us were together.
As Corbin and Samantha were commenting on how nice McCallister was to send drinks in Jason’s honor, even going so far as to solicit a promise from Lok to pass on their thanks, I looked up at the balcony. There, holding a glass of his own was Liam McCallister. He saluted me with his drink, raising the glass to his lips before finally walking out of view. I shivered as he was engulfed in the darkness at the back of the balcony. He was sending me a message. One I received loud and clear. He knew my friends, he knew our habits and he could get us exactly where he wanted us whenever he chose.
I could barely bring myself to reach out and take the drink and lemon from the tray, but I did. I gave Lok a tight smile, blew out the flame, downed the liquid, and sucked hard on the lemon. The combination of sweet sugar and tart lemon always reminded me of those pixie stick candies I had eaten as a child. Usually something to be savored, but this evening it was all I could do not to vomit the whole mess onto the club’s floor.
After downing my drink I hustled my two bemused friends out the door as quickly as possible. I was hoping we didn’t run into anyone who recognized me. The last thing I needed was to been seen out having what would look to all the world like a celebratory drink with friends on the same day my brother was murdered. Damn Liam McCallister for the walking corpse he was. The inevitable questions started as we made our way to Samantha’s car.
“What the hell was that all about?” asked Corbin, pinning me with his golden eyes. “And don’t try to do the brush off, my friend, because I can’t imagine what would have possessed you to go to River Walk for a drink after what happened this morning.”
I knew I owed them both an explanation. We’d been friends too long for them to believe nothing was wrong. I was confident Samantha would be completely fine with whatever I told her. We had been friends since elementary school, and I trusted her completely. Her Black Irish coloring and freckled face belied an absolutely unflappable and highly practical personality. If I had to bring someone in to help sort out this mess, and I had a feeling I would, it needed to be her.
Corbin and I met when we were college freshmen. We both lived on the same floor of a coed dorm and immediately clicked. He was a phenomenal defense attorney as well as a fitness nut. I think he was at the gym or on a run nearly every day. He was also a homosexual werewolf, and you did not run across many of those. Werewolves were known for
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