Page 10 of Love, Rekindled

“Your superpower.”

Jayla jerked. Damn. Why hadn’t she seen that coming? She forced a stiff smile to her lips.

“My talent for brewing the perfect cup of tea?”

“Your ability to stop time.”

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Levet steppedout of a portal and suspiciously sniffed the air. He’d expected to find himself at the bottom of a volcano. Or a sinking iceberg. Vampires had a peculiar sense of humor, and when Chiron, the owner of the Dreamscape Spa and Resort had requested he join him, Levet had assumed that this was yet another opportunity to dump him in some awful location.

Instead, the delicious scents of curry fish-balls and sticky tofu surrounded him. Hmm. Spreading his delicate gold, crimson, and blue wings that should have belonged to a fairy, he patted his rumbling belly. He might be height-challenged for a gargoyle since he barely stood three feet, but he had a full-sized appetite—along with all the appropriate gargoyle features. Stunted horns, a long tail he kept lovingly polished, and gray eyes that matched his skin.

“ItisHong Kong,” he breathed in appreciation.

A tall, dark-haired male with fine, devilish features glanced down, his brown eyes filled with confusion. “I told you that was where we were going.”

“Oui, but you also told me that we were going to Monaco for a bachelor party for Basq, and I ended up alone on a desert island. If a sylph hadn’t floated past, I might still be stuck there,” Levet complained.

The vampire smoothed a hand down the silver jacket of his custom-tailored suit he’d matched with a black silk shirt and gray tie.

“I would never be that lucky,” he murmured in dry tones.

Levet ignored him, his gaze darting to the massive Dreamscape Resort that stood directly in front of them. He didn’t trust Chiron. Vampire males had a wicked temper and a habit of biting first and asking questions later, but this one did have the most fabulous resorts.

“Are we here to bond?” he demanded, his wings twitching in anticipation. “Do you wish to get a Brazilian wax together?”

“I’d rather have my fangs pulled,” Chiron growled.

Levet stuck out his lower lip. “Very well, we can do a mani-pedi, but I insist on champagne.Dom Perignon.”

A chill crawled through the warm evening air. “We’re not here for a spa day. We’re here to find Jayla.”

Levet made a sound of disgust. He might have known there would be nothing fun about this latest adventure.

“I do not understand vamp-speak. What is a Jayla?”

“Not a what. A who,” Chiron corrected. “The manager of my resort.”

“Oh.” Levet frowned. “Is she missing?”

“Yes.” Chiron pointed toward the side of the towering building constructed of steel and lightly tinted glass. “The last time she was seen, she was leaving through that door.”

“When did she disappear?”

“Three hours ago.”

Levet sent his companion a puzzled frown. “Three hours? That is it? I have taken showers that last longer than that.”

“She’s never out of communication with her assistant,” Chiron insisted. “And never, ever out of communication with me. If I call, she answers. Simple as that.”

Levet shrugged. “She might have lost her phone.”

“And there are no other phones in all of Hong Kong?”

The words were sharp, but they didn’t disguise the male’s apprehension. He truly feared something had happened to his manager.

“There is something else,” Levet said.

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