Page 28 of Becoming D'Vaire
“Keep going. I need an image for later. Are they black?”
“Of course.”
Grigori closed his eyes as his brain supplied an image of those dark eyes and a pair of tight dragonskin pants. “I wish wizards didn’t wear those thick-ass cloaks. I don’t even have a good idea of how you’re built.”
“How am I supposed to respond to that?”
“I have no idea. I’m just thinking aloud.”
“Is this something you do often?” Delaney asked.
“I’m afraid so.”
“I guess I’ll have to get used to it.”
“Tell me one of your bad habits, so I’m not feeling horribly flawed.”
“I worry about stupid stuff,” Delaney confided.
“Like your awful vampire mate standing you up on your first date?”
“Exactly.”
“Tell me about Greggory.”
“I almost shit myself when Vadimas told me your name. How did that happen?”
Grigori smiled up at the ceiling. “Fate. I think it’s awesome.”
“But weird.”
“You’re just worried.”
“You don’t even know me well enough to speculate.”
“You already confessed about your worrywart tendencies. Don’t worry, Delaney. I’ll keep you on the straight and narrow.”
“Not sure how I feel about my male mate telling me he wants to keep me straight.”
Grigori barked out a laugh. “Not straight like in you not wanting to have sex with me.”
“Why is your mom worried about the two of us?”
“There’s a very good reason vampires only feed from humans. Shifter blood apparently tastes like shit, and magic’s unpredictable.”
“So a dark wizard fucks up the entire equation.”
“No, Dark Wizard of Doom, it’s because of how much power you have, not because of the kind you use.”
“Dark Wizard of Doom?”
“Dooooommmm,” Grigori stretched the word out as dramatically as possible. “Sounds like I’m heralding forth some huge dinosaur. Ladies and gentlemen, be on the lookout, the Delsaurus Rex is approaching.”
Delaney’s laughter filtered through the phone. “Delsaurus Rex?”
“Yeah, that nickname’s going to stick, too. I’m going to see to it.”
“Once again I’m bereft of words.”
