Page 83 of Burn Falls
“He said he owns a nightclub.”
I nodded in understanding. It was a job that would allow him to make his own hours. “You really liked him, huh?”
“Yeah, but I knew it was just a hook-up type of thing. Maybe I’ll see what Chance has been up to.”
“Seems like something you’d do.” I chuckled.
V nudged her shoulder with mine. “Won’t be the same without you.”
“I know.” I sighed.
Tonight was moving night.
Athan and I circled around the airport, waiting for Draven’s plane to arrive.
Landed, sweets.
I smiled as I texted back:
Hurry up already, old man.
It was still weird to think about the fact that Draven was over one-hundred years old. While I’d always dated older men, I never thought I would be dating one who was eighty-six years older than me. Instead of going into baggage claim, we were picking Draven up at the arrival doors.
“How old are you?” I asked Athan as we made another loop. I never thought to ask before since he didn’t look a day over thirty.
He chuckled. “Older than D.”
“How much older?”
“Four years.”
“So, you’re one hundred and eighteen?”
“Yeah. Do I look it?” He smirked.
“No.” I laughed. “How old were you when you were turned?”
“Twenty-eight. I was born in 1900.”
“Holy crap.”
“Lived a long time. Seen a bunch of shit.”
“Maybe one day you can tell me all about it?”
“Would love to.” I slowed as I came up to the arrivals terminal. “Stop. He’s almost here.”
“How do you know?”
“Vampire sense.”
“Ah.” I pulled up to the curb and not a moment later, Draven walked through the automated sliding doors. After throwing the car in park, I rushed out and ran to him, throwing my arms around his neck before leaning my head back so he could kiss me. Our lips pressed together, and after I got over the initial shock of the coldness—something I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to—Draven deepened the kiss.
God, I missed him.
“Miss me?” he asked after we finished kissing.
“Can you read my mind too?”
