Page 58 of House of Ruin
Blaze looked behind him. “Where’s your fucktoy?”
Andro rolled his eyes. “Don’t call him that. His name is Gael, and he’s a member of our House if you had forgotten.”
“Whatever.” Blaze downed the last of his drink, placing the empty glass on the edge of the shelf next to him.
“You need to be nice tonight if you want to discover information.” Andro casually scanned the room.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Did you know that Miss Galia Rathone has a sweet spot for you?”
Blaze raised an eyebrow. “You don’t say.”
Andro nodded. “I’ve heard that one of the reasons she hates Val so bad is…jealousy.”
Laughing, Blaze shook his head.
“Why don’t you use your charm and your reputation as a good fuck to find out something useful?” Andro asked. “You don’t have to fuck Galia if you don’t want, but there are plenty of other witches who would be down.”
Blaze couldn’t stop smiling at the audacity. Andro was determined to whore Blaze out. “Thanks, but I’ll pass.”
A smirk bloomed on Andro’s lips. “How come, Blazy? You haven’t said no to a good fuck ever before. Is there…someone else occupying your mind?”
This motherfucker…
“How about you mind your own fucking business, Long Legs.”
Andro burst into laughter. “It’s not a secret, by the way. Everyone can tell you two are fucking.”
Blaze rolled his eyes.
Andro’s smile softened. “You know, it’s okay to like a girl.”
“Whatever.”
“Mariana’s been watching you like a hawk,” Andro said, subtly tilting his head to the side.
Blaze followed his direction to find Mariana’s eyes boring into him as she stood in a small circle with a few witches.
Despite staring at Blaze, she seemed cheery and involved in the conversation.
“Does she also wanna hit or something?” Blaze smirked.
Andro snorted. “If by that you mean hit you on your head with a heavy blunt object, then yeah.”
Blaze huffed a laugh. “What’s her problem? I haven’t done nothing to the Pigs.” He paused. Then he smiled and added, “Yet.”
“People are starting to talk.” All humor drained from Andro’s face as his eyes found Blaze’s.
Blaze cocked a brow. “What the fuck do you mean?”
“They’ve seen you with Vin. Somehow, people found out you were the suspect in Jack’s and Fallon’s murder. You know how fast these motherfuckers talk. It’s not great for the Snakes’ reputation and public image.”
“Whatever.” Blaze folded his arms over his chest. “Nobody is guilty until proven so. And even then…one can argue.”
“Blaze, what did the detective want?”
Blaze just shook his head. “Nothing you need to concern your pretty head with.”
