Page 28 of The Vampire's Thirst
Braelyn passed a small pitcher. “Here you go. I guess you were moved to a house because you’re a verified Blood Coven descendant.”
Margo crossed her legs, patting Jace’s hand. “I hear Skyler is looking for Celene. She’s one of us. A strong scryer.”
“She visited the Ministry of Well Being while I was in the med center to tell me about her visions, but she said the process would be better if I had something personal of Celene’s. I don’t.”
Braelyn sipped her coffee. “Try not to worry, Jace. The Firebrands will make sure you keep your promise to Celene.”
Margo faced Tyr. “So, warlock. What are the warriors doing?”
“We’re combing the woods near where Dax and I found Jace, searching in grids. Going out farther and farther. Nothing yet. But we won’t give up.”
“See there. They’ll find her.” Braelyn wrapped her hands around her coffee cup.
Loud footsteps interrupted the talk as an extremely handsome man with long caramel-streaked hair thundered down the stairs, buttoning a black silk shirt, the tail hanging out of his pants. He skidded to a halt when he spotted the four in the gathering room. “Hey.”
“Hey yourself, Ram,” said Tyr. “What are you doing here?”
“Uh … lunchtime.” He tucked in his shirt and rolled his sleeves.
A door slammed upstairs. Fiddling with her hair, which was drawn into a ponytail revealing a scar on her cheek, an athletically fit woman flew down the steps, almost stumbling into Ram. “Oh. Hi, everyone.”
“What did you have for lunch, Denim?” asked Tyr.
Denim blushed. “We don’t want to be late, satyr. Let’s go.” She raced ahead of Ram.
Margo hid a smile behind her hand. “I wish Chay would come home for lunch.”
When Jace glanced toward him, Tyr fixed his steamy, purple eyes on her. She clasped a hand to her fast-pounding heart, hoping no one else heard it.Thump. Thump. Thump. The tat under his eye, the silver bar piercing his brow, and the jewelry worked for him. Spiked black hair, broad shoulders, tight leather pants. She especially admired the pants. Her previous dates were young upwardly mobile millennials, MUPPIES in three-piece suits, Tag Heuer watches, and manicured nails. She doubted Tyr owned a suit.
What’s wrong with me?
He was probably into all kinds of kinky sex Jace only heard about in hushed whispers around the office water cooler. So why was she drawn to him?
And why was she picturing him naked with his arm muscles bunching while his hot, sweaty body pressed down on her?
Tyr glanced at his D-chip. “I have to clock in with Ram. New recruits. I promised to show them a few blade moves.”
Jace popped off the couch, following him to the stairs like a lost lamb.
At the last minute, he turned. “See ya.”
“Will you? I mean, you have to help me find Celene.”
“It’s the stronghold. I’m usually around. I’m a Firebrand. We’ll all be hunting for your friend.”
“When will you be back?”
“Sometime.” He shrugged while he started down the steps.
“Sometime,” she muttered, returning to the gathering room. God. She sounded desperate. Pathetic. Did she want Tyr for herself, or did she need him to find Celene?
Don’t be so melodramatic. Let the man leave. He’s not my type.
Wiping her brow, she turned toward Margo and Braelyn. “I have to find Celene and bring her home. Will you help?”
Chapter Seven
Nerves on edge as if nails clawed a chalkboard, suspended, and pissed, Thorn had left Kole’s office. He closed his place in Covenkirk last night. Now he was in his truck, kicking up dust.
