Page 33 of Becoming D'Vaire
Chander chuckled. “As long as we don’t call it an elder council, I’m fine. We need to get back to Council session. Congratulations, Del, on meeting your mate. I’ve always been a huge fan of the Vampyress and her family.”
The Reverent Knights and Lich Sentinel offered similar sentiments, which made Delaney smile. “Thank you, all. I’m feeling pretty pleased about it right now myself.”
“They have a big date tonight,” Saura confided. They said their farewells, and the four men teleported back to their work.
“Do you really think this news about Carvallius will get Latarian to show her face?” Dre’Kariston asked.
“I don’t know. She’s come up with some amazingly stupid plans in the past but somehow still manages to wreak havoc,” Dra’Kaedan answered.
“She’s also lazy,” Idris added.
“This is true,” Dra’Kaedan responded. “And crazy devoted to Carvallius. It might drive her to do something ridiculous and try to spring him from a fallen knight prison, but that would take so much planning and ingenuity that I don’t see it happening.”
“We’ll dangle the carrot. If she wants to grab it, she’ll make it easy for us to nab her,” Aleksander said. “I don’t really care what works—I want this finished. She needs to pay for her crimes, and we D’Vaires need to be able to live our lives without looking over our shoulders. Speaking of which—Del, who are you bringing tonight to guard you on your date?”
“Shit, I’m so tired I didn’t even think of it.”
“We’ll take care of it. Are you still against Mac guarding you?” Brogan asked.
“I wasn’t against Mac guarding me,” Delaney argued.
Brogan rolled his eyes. “You know what I meant. He’d bring Idris, then you’d both be nervous as fuck. Are you still feeling that way? Dra’Kaedan and I could go instead.”
“Really? Yeah, if you guys wanted to grab dinner at a table close by. It’s casual. They make great tacos, according to Grigori. I’ll let Mac do his job after this date.”
“Tacos. Yum. We’re there,” Dra’Kaedan responded.
“I don’t get to do my job, and I’m missing out on tacos,” Mac complained.
“I’ll make it up to you, Mac, I promise. I—”
Mac held up a hand to stop the flow of words. “No, I’m teasing you. I want things to go smoothly with Grigori. Have a wonderful time, and we’ll expect a full report when you get home.”
“This time, things are going to be perfect. I just know it,” Idris promised.
“I was so nervous yesterday going into the date. Today I feel different. Maybe it’s because I’m super tired, but I’m genuinely looking forward to it instead of talking myself into being optimistic.”
“As long as you are yourself, things are going to go very smoothly for you and Grigori. You’re an amazing person, and he’s lucky Fate picked him for you,” Aleksander said.
“Thanks, it was so easy talking to him last night. I didn’t even realize how many hours passed.”
“Find out more about these vampire clubs. I’ve a wish to see some gorgeous, fanged men going at it in front of me,” Worth teased.
“I’ll make that my number one priority.”
“You’ve got your head on right, Del,” Worth responded. Delaney laughed and poured more coffee into his stomach. He hoped the day went in fast-forward, so he could talk to Grigori again. He wanted to learn everything he could about him. An absentminded but brilliant scientist was just the kind of person he would like to spend time with. There was no way yet to tell if Fate got things right, but it was sure starting to look that way to Delaney.
Chapter 12
Grigori grinned the moment the dark wizard walked through the doors of the restaurant he suggested for what he considered their real first date. He’d arrived a full hour early—there was no way he was going to make the same mistake twice and ruin his chances with Delaney. From his vantage point at the table, Grigori admired Delaney as he turned to speak with the hostess.
He was wearing a black T-shirt and a pair of faded jeans. He respected the ten black lines that marked his ranks through the wizard hierarchy which grew bolder and more intricate as they worked their way up and around his forearms. With his body facing away from Grigori, he had a perfect view of what was the most incredible ass Fate ever graced the planet with. It made his cock twitch and his palms sweat. He wanted Delaney, and it was making him nervous since he didn’t want to do anything stupid—like beg to see him naked.
The hostess walked Delaney toward where Grigori was seated, and he rose to greet him.
“Here’s your table, High Arcanist. Let me know if you need anything else,” the woman said as Grigori stared into the hypnotizing dark eyes of his mate.
“Thanks,” Delaney replied. After she stepped away, he smiled. “Thanks for showing up tonight.”
