Page 88 of The Satyr's Guilt
Ram’s gaze flitted from the raincloud toher eyes. “That’s not all. You’ve got some sexy witch going on,doll. I think a meet with Kole is in your future.”
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Dax buried his fangs in the ylve, taking himto the floor. Since he was pissed it had taken four days to findthe drug dealer, he drew hard, forcing the blood into his mouth,mindless of the pain he caused. His victim screamed, kicked, andstruggled but couldn’t shake the vampire Firebrand.
Arms crossed, Tyr waited in the corner, hisbling shimmering in the light, the hard angles of his face makinghim resemble the devil’s own.
Dax retracted his fangs and dropped theylve. He swiped the sleeve of his black motorcycle jacket acrosshis lips, wiping away the evidence of his snack. Leather was agreat stain hider. “His blood has the normal drugs. No conciergecompounds here. Nothing like what was in Cage.”
Tyr planted a boot on the guy’s chest afterDax backed away. “Have you run into somebody who sells somethingmore exotic?”
Holding a hand to the gaping wound on hisneck, the ylve glanced at Dax.
Tyr chuckled. “Hey, vamp. Tell him dinner’sover. You’re giving him the jitters.”
Dax ran his fingers through his tangledblack hair, pushing it over his shoulder. “I’m still hungry. Idon’t want to give him false hopes.”
“Whaddaya need from me?” The ylve’s nervousgaze bounced between the two Firebrands.
“Who’s out there selling the exotic stuff?While the warlock’s patient, I’m not so much. Hell, Tyr, let me riphis head off. He won’t give us anything.”
“Wait. Wait.” The ylve squirmed on thefloor, his shirt and jeans mopping up the dust as he wiggled underTyr’s boot. “You’ll protect me if I tell ya?”
“Protect you from who?” Tyr punched downwith his shitkicker hard enough to leave a print in the ylve’schest.
“I dunno, but the dealer’s a shifter. Hiswhole pack’s probably involved.”
Dax stroked his barely-there goatee. “Sure.We’ll protect you.”
“Okay. I did run across this hinky male. Ididn’t buy anything from him, though. He was a little too crazyeven for me. Used too much of his own product. Get me?”
“Crazy how?” asked Tyr.
“He was a one-pony show. Saying crap like‘power to Scath’ or some bullshit. I enjoy a fun high. Mellow’sgood. So’s ready-to-party. This guy was intense, though. His tripdidn’t say ‘havin’ a fucking good time.’”
“Who is he?” asked Dax. This sounded likethe same effect the drug had on Cage.
“Don’t know. Some wolf. He works the alleyoutside Fang’s.”
“Is he a regular?” asked Tyr. “Was he havingtrouble shifting?”
“I’ve seen him before, but I wouldn’t sayhe’s a regular. No prob with his beast. Seemed normal there.”
Grabbing the ylve’s arm, Dax yanked him tohis feet. “This is your lucky day. You’re going to do a gooddeed.”
The ylve kept his hand on his neck whileblood oozed through his fingers. “Yeah? What makes it solucky?”
Tyr smiled, his sickle tat bouncing with hisgrin. “You’re gonna help us catch a bunch of bad guys. Be a goodcitizen.”
“No. Nuh-uh. No way. No how. I don’t want toget involved.”
“Fine by me.” Dax put both hands around theylve’s neck. “I’d just as soon separate your head from your body.No biggie to me what you decide.”
The ylve pawed at the vampire’s hold.
“Give the poor male a sec, Dax. Big decisionhere. Help us or die. He might need a minute.”
Dax started to twist. “Time’s up. Pop goesthe head.”
