Page 5 of Death Warden
Now, nothing. Nada. Zilch.
“I had to see you,” he said.
“Get out before I tear out your throat.” Bernard’s tone was thick and raspy, telling me he was all fanged up.
“No.” I gripped my godfather’s arm. “It’s okay. I owe him.”
Bernard gave me a quizzical look.
I stood and turned to face Bradly.
Damn, he was still as handsome as the day we’d met. Inky black hair, sea-green eyes, a full bottom lip I’d love to suck on, and the gorgeous aquiline nose that gave him the perfect profile.
He smiled and I punched him in his beautiful face.
CHAPTERTWO
Spilling blood in a vamp bar probably wasn’t the best idea, but hindsight was a bitch. According to Bradly, so was I.
“Do bith!” Bradly yelled. “Do broke by dose.”
I cupped my ear with a hand. “Sorry, can’t understand a fucking word that’s coming out of your lying cunt mouth.”
Bernard grabbed Bradly by the back of his jacket and hauled him away from me and toward the exit.
“Fuck off.” Bradly tried to break free but failed.
Jerry slid a shot across the counter toward me. “Drink it.”
I downed the alcohol. “Bleurgh.” I stuck out my tongue and shook my head.
“Better?”
“Much.”
I blinked to gray sight. Yep, I was now surrounded by empties staring at me with mournful glowing eyes.
Fuck my life.
“I’m glad you didn’t listen to his lies,” Jerry said.
“Yeah, me too. I just wish I’d cut the lying, cheating wanker off sooner.”
I grabbed my jacket. “I’ll be back for happy hour.”
“I’ll save you a seat at the bar.”
I wound my way between tables toward the back of the bar, through the emergency exit, and out into the warm night.
The empties followed, pouring into the night behind me like a retinue of sorrow.
I suppressed a shudder as the door closed behind me, locking me into the alley behind the bar. Two huge wheelie bins stood to my left and smoke billowed out of vents to my right.
“Fin?” I moved away from the door and into the shadows.
The empties trailed after me, shimmering softly in gray sight.
I pressed my back to the wall. “Fin, hurry the hell up.”
