Page 78 of Pretty Little Prey
Sly drove the motorcycle to the closest town and returned with an expensive-looking black car to fit the five of them.
The men found flannel shirts and other miscellaneous male clothing to wear from the dresser inside the shack. Meanwhile, Luna had Kobe’s dirt and sweat-covered shirt. When she gestured to herself, Kobe took off his borrowed clothes and offered them to her. The red flannel bagged on her, but she tied it to keep it from slipping off her shoulders. Kobe found a different pair of gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt to wear on their way into town.
Sly drove them to a local diner—the kind that always had “Mom” or “Pop” or “Pancakes” in the name.
Luna crossed her arms, wanting to feel annoyed that her escape plan had failed yet again, but this would be the first time in years that she ordered off an actual menu. Thatshewas waited on and served. A little part of her could not help but vibrate with excitement.
I will escape from these menafterthey buy me breakfast.
Bastille continued to stare at her, shooting her looks of intrigue and suspicion. He was always trying to put her in some kind of box to better understand her. So far, he had always chosen the wrong box.
“Have anything you want,” Kobe whispered into her ear, where he nuzzled his face into her neck.
The man was touchy. She wantednotto like it. Any other clingy man might have been annoying, but Kobe was like a sexy protective beast with the personality of a caveman and a friendly golden retriever.
Upon looking at the lengthy menu, nearly every item appealed to Luna. Why not overdo it before heading home to packets of expired gum and microwavable noodles? Her evil grin flashed so quickly, Bastille almost missed it.
His green eyes narrowed on her again from across the small table.
“Hi, y’all.” A buxom waitress stopped in front of their table. Upon seeing the stunningly attractive men, she swallowed her tongue and stuttered out, “Will you be having me? I—I mean, what will y’all be having?”
Luna waited, glancing at the men. Bastille waved for her to speak and said, “Little lambs order first.”
Luna rolled her eyes but proceeded to list every vegetarian option on the menu. Stacks and stacks of pancakes and waffles and toast and hash browns.
Kobe, Nikolai, and Sly gaped at her as she kept listing item after item. Finally, she finished her long order with a “Please.”
Thinking she had just ordered for the entire table, the waitress began to walk away but Luna stopped her. “The guys still need to order.”
“You can’t possibly eat that much,” Bastille commented.
“Maybe I’m famished from yesterday,” she shot back, daring him with her eyes to challenge her.
“Two dicks in you at the same time and you need three orders of chocolate chip pancakes? What will three cocks do?”
The waitress choked.
The men ordered meat. Sausage, bacon, ham, chicken—basically anything meant for a carnivore.
Once the waitress walked away with a notepad full of entrees, Bastille remarked, “I didn’t realize how pampered you’re used to being, Princess. Were you trying to break our wallets with that lengthy list of orders, or do you simply never think about money and cost?”
Ha!She nearly laughed out loud. No one thought more about money and cost than her. Fluttering her eyelashes and feigning innocence, she said, “I guess I assumed since the dragon could afford a penthouse, you could at least buy me breakfast—”
The terrifying noise of a rattlesnake’s tail came from Bastille. Anyone else with a familiarity for how deadly basilisk shifters were might have frozen in fear. She ignored him.
“We’re just as rich as the dragon,” Sly said after a sip of his ice water. “We just happen to prefer living modestly instead of obnoxiously. No castle for us.”
Her eyes bugged. “Castle?”
“The family home. The Dragomir dragon line comes from old money. Lots and lots of gold.”
Hmm.
“Where did you learn to hot-wire a motorcycle?” Sly asked her out of the blue.
She blinked again and deadpanned, “What? Like it’s hard?”
Sly chuckled. Nikolai smirked. Bastille frowned—nothing new there. Kobe seemed distracted, playing with a piece of her hair and gazing at her adoringly.
