Page 3 of Chaos
This Hellhound was precisely the kind of flirt that always got me in trouble. The sex was always excellent, and theynevercalled the next day if you wanted a repeat. After Dorian, I just did not need a palate cleanser that bad. I had a trusty Hitachi Wand for that. Officially not going there, no matter how sexy he was and how much he flirted.
“I’ll be watching you, Bram.”
“Do I get my card now that it’s official?”
I tapped the bowl with my pen, and it made a singing noise.
“Your blood is your official card.”
Bram just chuckled.
“That’s savage. Only a witch would design a system like that.”
“Watch it, buddy. I’m a witch, and I can make your life very difficult.”
Bram held up his hands.
“Man, I totally don’t fuck with witches. I had to collect payment on one, and she did something to my cock before I got her. It took ages to reverse it.”
“How’s your cock now?” I purred.
Damnit, Ripley, we said we weren’t doing this. Felix jumped on my desk and glared at Bram with his bright green eyes.
“You certainly have a type, Ripley. One day, you’re going to get fired for sexually objectifying the wrong patron. This one won’t complain for sure but knock it off.”
Bram just winked at me.
“Pierced and totally ready for action.”
Why wasn’t I going there again? Oh, yeah. Because shit would get awkward in the library when he ghosted me afterward. I changed the subject.
“Is there a section you needed help finding?”
“Primordial gods.”
Why the fuck was everyone into that recently?
I gave him my spiel about the basement and copy machine and sent him on his way. When he was out of earshot, I turned to Felix.
“Follow him and find out why everyone is so interested in that recently.”
“I’ll follow him, but perhaps you need to be reading up on them yourself. Trouble is brewing. I can feel it in my whiskers.”
I guess I was spending my night in the library basement instead of with my Hitachi wand. Fuck.
Chapter 3
Ripley
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kay, the basement was a hot mess, but Felix assured me that was all Dorian and not Bram. Dorian yanked all the books down and couldn’t be bothered to put them back. Bram was pouring through the same books Dorian was. Bram could have put the books back. Asshole. I didn’t even have to guess who dog-eared pages of ancient tomes to come back and read them later.
Every culture in the world had its own versions of the primordial gods, and there was a lot of overlap. As far as I knew, no one really worshipped them or paid tribute to them anymore. There were so many different religions between humans and the supernatural. Dorian was a human who liked to mingle with the supernatural. Why was he so interested in his?
Bram had to be here on a job. Hell never let their Hellhounds leave unless it was work-related. Demons knew things about everything. If anyone had insight on the primordial gods, it would be a demon. Sometimes, I wondered if Hell had this massive library like where I worked. If Bram needed information, he could easily get it from a demon instead of mucking around my basement.
That still wasn’t an excuse not to put the books back. I’ll bet if Hell had a library, they were much meaner than I was about messes. And dog-earing books! Show some respect.
