Page 8 of Tell Me Why
She could understand why vampires liked parties full of fountains. It let that sensation linger on, hour after hour, often snacking and sampling before they would actually feed sometime after dawn.
And then sleep on a full stomach, so to speak.
She turned her face against Hunter’s chest, closing her eyes.
Three fountains.
The one for Hunter would be a courtesy, then, but Tell was gearing up for a potential fight.
“Could stay to tomorrow night,” Tell said. “We’re going out.”
“Where do you have in mind?” Hunter asked.
“June’s,” Tell answered.
Hunter whistled.
“What’s June’s?” Tina asked.
She thought she’d known most of Tell’s usual haunts at this point.
“Dark,” Hunter said. “Who are you looking for?”
“I’m meeting Andrew,” Tell said. “Italian Andrew. He won’t come up any higher than that and I won’t go any lower.”
Hunter nodded.
“And you think light-sweet here might need a babysitter?” he asked, his tone yet playful.
“Wouldn’t mind having someone watching her while she watches my back,” Tell allowed.
“What’s June’s?” Tina asked again, more intentional.
“You won’t like it,” Tell said.
“Who’s Italian Andrew?” Tina asked. “The client?”
“Nope,” Tell said.
Hunter laughed.
“She’s going to attack you, just to say it out loud,” he said.
“What’s thejob?” Tina asked.
“You need to see June’s, first,” Tell said.
“You’re obnoxious,” Tina said.
“Feed up,” Hunter said. “I’ll push my flight for this.”
Tell nodded, and Tina frowned.
“Are you expecting a fight?” she asked.
“I’m always expecting a fight,” Tell answered. “That’s why I’m still alive.” He glanced over at her, now, the curl of his mouthtaunting. “Apparently, it’s a lesson your elbow needed to learn tonight. Twice.”
Most vampire barsand clubs were dark by nature. Vampires had preternaturally keen eyesight, and they liked privacy, but Tina thought that it was mostly an affectation that made them seem more lurk-y, and whether they were playing to the trope or if the trope had just caught on, she wasn’t sure.
